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Arrangement
by Angela CottermanToday is sun
the November type
that sounds in rays
a warbled sigh:
at last. Discordant,
the frost advances,
so much like cancer
on the mighty sun-
flowers whose green
takes to Winters cast
and risks life and limb for consonance.
11/07/2007 Posted on 11/07/2007
Copyright © 2024 Angela Cotterman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/07/07 at 08:59 PM I love the perspective, different from mine where winter is concerned but lovely from your description. |
| Posted by Jim Moore on 03/06/09 at 02:19 PM A wonderful, decriptive piece, that after reading mends like an elixor--refreshed and invigorated.
Well done,
Jim |
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