In Late November... Poem by DM W

In Late November...



In late November,
We cling to the fading light
As the world begins
To lean upon bare winter.
The leaves begin
To change from blood red to black.
Gold tainted dreaming
Is replaced by slow silence.
Soon icy winds will
Flay these autumn trees to bone.

In Late November...
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