Nov 17, 2021
1 min read
Poetry
November Leaves
A little effluence of seasonal happiness
with a soft secret brush
the night paints the trees
in the morning they are
weary, unrested
yet blazing with new beauty
ragged as they are
before the relentless wind
the neighborhood is littered
with our summer shade
now brittle underfoot
crumbling to pieces
at the slightest touch
sunshine ignites the fire
that had been waiting…
