A rain of November leaves,
In truth we know,
But in reflection we deny.
Simple chill,
Empty lies,
Terrible illusions,
But the moon will know.
We stare and hold out our hands to touch,
But too late, too cold,
Leave the broken story in the dead leaves,
It's time to dress for winter.
A contest entry
- QUICKIE: seasons [2/4] by etoile.
550 points, ended November 17, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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November. The best month of them all.
I love your style of writing, incredible stuff.
Awesome work.
Dani. -
i liked the ending, this was a nice take on the prompt. the imagery was also very nice especially near the end.
i loved the second last line, it was amazing and beautifully written.
thanks for entering and goodluck


