On the cusp of her dark autumn
November gathers and descends
once bright in October’s glow
her fallen raiment of gold
now flies upon the wind.
Stiff limbs scrape the starless sky
mute shadows fill her spaces
so no one sees the cracks
wrought by her many seasons
of frost and limp regret.
©J.K. Perry
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*Photo taken November 14, 2019 in Grand Falls-Windsor
Nighttime and Here I Stand:
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