In the arms of Autumn November rests its heavy head and sleeps. Libra keeps the vigil in both hands And Winter not for want of care turns its blind eye back to the stars. She dreams.
10/31/2005
Author's Note: change.
Posted on 10/31/2005Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
Tender. I like the lullaby feel to this. Very nice.
A wonderful bit of poetry...this is the most unique fall poem I have read in a long time.
