Chrysanthemums Poem by Dollie Radford

Chrysanthemums



NOVEMBER with mysterious feet
Creeps slowly through the land,
And on the bridge and in the street,
Amid the town's tumultuous beat,
Spreads out a quiet hand,
And wraps around us unaware
His mantle grey and cold;
But he has blossoms still to spare:
We find fresh flowers rich and rare
Hid in each misty fold.

Thursday, October 7, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: november
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