NOVEMBER

By Julia Still Rose

November rips thru me

Like a knife

Rips thru the dark cloudy abyss

Blood soaked

Crusty twigs wrap around

My lifeless heart

Colors turn to mud

Goodbye to my home

I am chilled to the bone

I shiver with sadness

Stark November loss

Crooked bare trees are muffled

Broken and frozen in time

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