A few wet, wind scorched leaves,
are pressed like Victorian mementos
upon the wooden walkway
The trees in this forested park are tattered,
or stand like blackened forked skewers
piercing the stark air.
Autumn fell too far, too soon.
Winter grabbed the sky and quickly froze it.
Now the odd leaf upon the ground
seems abandoned, homeless,
unable now to be anything
but the litter of yesterday.
A good day for wading through
the history of this changing season,
to watch those prematurely gray ghosts
hobbling along a pathway
seeking threadbare sparks of life.
spongy mushroom land
a violets gentle smile
leaves on forest floor
squirrels cast aways
crucified pieces and bits
acorns and walnuts
waters turn over
fish burrow into the banks
novembers coming
November leaf whirled street to sky whispering "am I dead or alive?"
The first time I saw you
Two Novembers ago
My heart filled with pure and utter love
To the point where it nearly burst
The way your glassy green eyes sparkled
The way your messy hair never really sat right on your head
The way your left front tooth stuck out
Was nearly too much for me
But today I saw you
Two Marches later
And my heart filled with pure and utter hatred
To the point where it nearly exploded
The way your eyes look like the dull shade of brown I've vomitted so much because of you
The way you cut off your beautiful fair locks
The way your crooked teeth stick out whenever you speak
Funny how
All your imperfections were once too beautiful for me to bare
And now,
I see nothing but hideousness
"Oh November, Oh November! Death, Hath In Cold
Crimpson's Knashed!"..."Sweet, Sweet, November!
Dressed, Hath Your Sons In Robed Black!"
"Your Wondrous Tales, Of My Moment Seemed,
Thwarted!"..."Your Solemn Heat, Of The Summer
Did Bring, Lament!"
"Of No Goose, Of No Goose, Flee, Shall Of Your
Fogless Cloud Be Found!"..."Of No Grave, Of No
Grave, Leech, Would Of Your Sanctuary Lay
Ground!"
"And Somber Somber Days, Hath Us, Oh, Of
Darker Times And No Brighter Rays, To See!"
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