November Rain 02 Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

November Rain 02

Gray skies hang low, heavy with whispers,
each drop a soft breath against chilled earth.
Trees shiver, their limbs stripped bare,
reaching out into the quiet ache of November.

Puddles gather, silent mirrors,
holding the blurred glow of distant lights-
a world washed clean, waiting,
as the last leaves drift down like secrets.

Sunday, November 10, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: november,leaves
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