November
November's icy breath blows in
Stripping trees of their golden dresses
And leaves them to shiver in their nakedness.
And then in effort to atone,
Makes fiery sunsets to warm the sky
And trees, as black lace silhouettes,
stand in relief.
2016
(from the book Discoveries In The Dark by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter
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Nice metaphors and even personification.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anvilcloud!
DeleteThat's a fabulous description of autumn months.
ReplyDeleteThank you messymimi. :-)
DeleteA good autumn poem. There's been no icy breathe here so far this month. xx
ReplyDeleteThanks Flighty. I hope it doesn't come for awhile yet for you. Ours came this week!
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