November Trees
a warm November day
as the sunlight drifts away
the darkness comes in early
and it comes in with no mercy
something like, the beams of light
that filter through the trees at night
that lines the earth first with stripes
that seam to move and dance on sight.
the odd warm breeze shuffles the leaves
a sound of comfort at least to the trees listening to there legacies
whispering up there memories.
each year for years for centuries
the trees grow tall. from all of these.
the lights fight through with ease
the trees are bare through fallen leaves
the lights grows and grows from down the street an engine roars a horn it beeps
the beams of light deceive and streaks
they follow the source and what it seeks
beams race and leap speed and creep they contract as they subside,
as the car goes passing by
and darkness sweeps in like original sin
all becomes silent, simple, whole again.
as the rustle of the leaves a tell all from the wind.
disruption to the silence
the darkness's a lonely friend
but in the sky, small lights supply hope onto depend
the Stars tell the trees to believe to keep reaching till the end.
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