November's Raindrops
November’s raindrops shiver as they fall
Its cold grey weary sky must fade away
As winds become that howling siren call
To leave the cooling ponds in winged ballet,
As soft trickling cold streams of Autumn’s kiss
Allow the mud-caked Muskrats, come and go
For they are not the sort to reminisce
And simply live their lives as they may flow.
A snowfall silence soon consumes all sound
In a beauty to awe the rising sun
Its golden orb the glow of Winter’s crown
To which poet and pirate will succumb.
Deep within the core of rain’s November
Hide instincts that nature must remember.
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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