November and Nothing
Thu, 15 Nov 2007 at 04:51am
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Here it is,
A soft windy month,
With amber leaves departing from their parent tree.
October has gone and I remember,
Waiting for November and nothing.
Days are short,
But I wake with the sun,
In a limbo of autumn chill and winter frost.
The ides of October, I can recall,
Waiting for November and nothing.
I can't see,
Even with my spectacles,
How his diamond heart can deceive him.
I threw away thoughts as I zipped up my jacket,
Waiting for November and nothing.
Barefoot days,
Were just weeks behind.
As were the days he called me beautiful.
Those have been abandoned and I believe
I'm left with November and nothing.
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bowers
2007-11-15
Beautiful
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burning_sands
2007-11-15
reminds me of my poem "the only way" not that i mean to plug
i wish i woke with the sun ...
this is sad and cold :( i hate fall/winter turn over