November Chance
The shadow of November
creeps in the fastened window of my mind,
like a ghost trying to come back to life,
while the rain peeps
to sanctify the memory of my past.
As I venture the street of sorrow in solitude,
trying to find my way to serenity,
the chilling dampy wind
reminds me to bring my coat,
for the frosty season is coming.
Though it is a sign
that the year is about to conclude,
it is also a reminder
that I still have one last chance
to prepare for a grand year end.
November 8, 2020
November Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2022
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