“November”
By Mildred Alpern
They’re hangers-on
Refuse to leave the party.
When all the guests have gone
They straggle slow
To find their coats and glasses
Misplaced, lost, never worn.
Excuses to cling like toddlers
Grasping mommy’s hem
Ready to burst in tears
To want to stay forever.
But Nature has a way
Rebirth and regeneration
Demand room.
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“Wow” to poem and photos😍
Very nice. And the photos too – they provide a suitable mood. Thank you.
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