Autmumn's End

Golden is the afternoon...
November on a clear day;
The skies could not be bluer if they cried.

Gusty is the evening...
November on a wild day;
The leaves must choose to huddle or to fly.

Gentle is the night...
November on a sad day;
The stars are close but leave their light behind.


--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com