November (Acrostic)

by Maple Tree   Nov 2, 2020


Nightly she whispers to me
Overcasting emotions while
Violets die from frostbite
Ending a life of natures
Memory.
Bring me back to yesterday,
Engulf this spirit in song, so that I can hear the
Robin sing; one last time.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Oh, Andrea, no words.... my heart is with you <3

  • 4 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I do like this form of poetry. Somehow they manage to channel the poet's inner voice. Your poem sings a bittersweet song. The fluting Robin song reverberates long after the poem is read. C

  • 4 years ago

    by Brenda

    Oh Andrea, big, big hugs....

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