November Rain
The evening of November first
Brought forth a gentle rain
For autumn sought to slake its thirst
While October had abstained
How fair to spare the children
That they might prowl the night
And their candy sacks be filled then
To their costumed hearts’ delight
Now November comes to claim
The scent of cold, wet stone
As the first of all fall rains
Seeps deep into this poem.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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