November rains pour from the sky,
seated near window my thoughts cry,
damp, cold weather and island life,
memories hurt – like a knife,
water bubbles gets swell and burst,
deep red autumn hues are my thirst.
Flocks of wintering birds fly high,
warm sense grows in my inward eye,
these birds console my inner strife,
heart starts paying a tune from fife,
birds from homeland flying unversed,
reveal autumn – grief reversed.
Wrote for Lay November Poetry Contest
20th November 2020
Sponsored by – William Kekaula
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Copyright © Rasitha Ranasinghe | Year Posted 2020
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