Mid November Magic - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Never had I seen a sky
blush so red before, but
suddenly my eyes looked up
and such magic fire I saw.
Through all my days and through
heaven's door, a sight so glorious
I will see no more; a happy cloud
slightly grey, with brush strokes
crimson-gold. This sky by day
in bright array touched my
very heart and soul.
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