Keep this November
With its farewell cry
Of wild geese flocks
Against the ashen sky
With rusty gold
Beneath the shaking trees
The smoky air
The rain
Pick all of these
Small tales of autumn
That will soon depart
Press them between
The pages of your heart
For this day too
Will join the leaving skein
Of days that were
Will never be again
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
prompted by Poetic Asides
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