orgami's Diaryland Diary

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sundays reflections

New November
cold and chilled
the leaves raked
bagged
the trees empty
of summer promise
wet and sullen

bright autumn days
warmth receeded
and now the gypsy moon
pale like porcelian
gold filigree her
planet jewels follow

the wind my paper chimes
they hush sweet songs
of nothing
while a freight calls
distant and haunted
along the glacial shores
the tall balsams poplars
and spruce

memories blow along the
street of forlorn tidiness
the shoe steps company
no sounds do falling stars
keep nor wavering northern
lights

soon snows shall sculpt new
mornings also
soon

2:01 p.m. - 2008-11-02

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