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| November Wind by Lisa Alisa |
Like a train you just missed
October is gone
Only the roar in your ears remains
As November enters
you feel your own seasons change
Gold to brown
Red to rust
Leaves to dust
under your feet
You wrap your sweater tighter
try to fight the cold
but it's under your skin
now
Winter begins.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Flash 55
