Dear November
16 November 2019
Dear November
Do you remember
The tranquil evenings we passed together?
The crackling crimson fire in the hearth
Blazing warmth it brought to the earth.
A mug of hot cider
Cotton quilts
resting upon the charcoal gray turf .
Outside the glacial wind, bitter and biting
and Oaks with copper and ruby foliage falling
down
down
Upon the stony ground, icy and dying.
The lonesome marble, sculpted and cut
Thrust in unyielding, frozen clay
With delicate symbols
Engraved
In a long ago lost, forgotten tongue
Dear November
Do you remember
buried evenings we once passed together.
