November Song
In the morning when the first frost falls upon the autumn flower
and the clocks are all turned back casting shadow on an hour,
it’s November once again with a quiet footstep rain
bringing memories so bittersweet of happiness and pain.
9/28/20
taken from HORN OF BOUNTY written 11/19/19
for Rithimus Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Greg Barden
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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