Monday, November 4, 2013

NOVEMBER - a poem by Patricia Crandall





 NOVEMBER
The air
is pungent with decay.
Old bones
push out of earth
beneath
curled leaves.
Blackness
descends and hovers,
with it comes
a chill.

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