November

Okay, I'm inflicting a poem on you again. With the changing of the seasons I get all poetic. I like the way rhyming poetry reads and that's primarily where I go when the mood is on me. I do veer off now and then, but this one's a rhymer. It's short, but I do hope it evokes the month for you. 

November

By Susan Sundwall

November enters unadorned

stripped of her autumn cloak,

with maple leaves and acorns

all scattered near the oak.

And deep within those darkening folds

lay remnants of a golden past,

the dying year and winter’s gall

now coming on a bit too fast.

Then tumbling from her bounteous store

comes seed to wanton earth,

and in the iron winter waits

til’ spring invites re-birth.

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