Trees of November

                                                   Oak leaves
                                                   last marker
                                                   of seasons passed

                                                  cling as if the world
                                                  would spiral
                                                  into purgatory

                                                 birch branches
                                                 stark naked
                                                 bones & knuckles

                                                 memoried leaves
                                                 blighted & barren
                                                 scattered moraine

                                                 what is lost when
                                                 the moon is as bare as
                                                 the trees of November





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