November
What the hell happened to you?
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday MysticPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash
Sun beating down
like the dog days
in the month of the Roman King
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Brown grass crinkles
like Reynolds brand aluminum foil
underfoot
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Dry, colorless leaves
appear like Post-it notes
strewn about the writer’s office
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Once fertile ground
now but dust
blown in the southerly breeze
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Clouds scattered in the sky
like tissue paper
on Christmas morning
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This is November?
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Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic
Hello dear friend! I'm Aaron - Husband, Father, Writer, Engineer, Poet and Pickleball Junkie.
I write inspirational poems and stories of spiritual growth.
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Comments (2)
This was such a wonderful poem! I loved it!
great way to look at autumn. love it.