Where has precious time gone
slipping away with each dawn
days filled with life's mixed songs
nights whispering of past wrongs
searching for warm blue skies
sometimes, heaven cries
dreaming in autumn's cold rain
will I ever see you again
reflective puddles at my feet
how can love be so bittersweet
no, love can't be washed away
even if the clouds remain gray
sing to me, sweet November rhyme
kiss my lips while, we still have time
tell me that our poetry will survive
as the winds of winter slowly arrive
I know not what tomorrow brings
but, for today, hope still clings
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"sing to me, sweet November rhyme
ReplyDeletekiss my lips while, we still have time"
Nice one Truedessa
Much💛love
Thank you Gillena!
DeleteLovely rhymes here. I particularly like this couplet:
ReplyDeletereflective puddles at my feet
how can love be so bittersweet
The double meaning of reflective works really well.
Thank you Sarah for the comment and for hosting.
DeleteI agree with Sarah, lovely rhymes, Truedessa, and I especially enjoyed these couplets:
ReplyDelete‘reflective puddles at my feet
how can love be so bittersweet’
and
‘sing to me, sweet November rhyme
kiss my lips while, we still have time’.
Kim, thank you for letting me know which parts of the poem had an impact.
DeleteThis is beautiful and so poignant. The chill of November as one clings to hope really speaks to the heart.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherry, the first snow arrived yesterday so the chill is here.
DeleteDreamy sensuality mixed with wintry threatening gray: but hope springs free, and that makes all the difference. Simply wonderful, Truedessa.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dora! Clinging to hope, here.
DeleteI love the way describe the longing, November is a lot about parting.
ReplyDeleteParting is sad…..
DeleteEven November rain can't wash away true love.
ReplyDeleteNo it cant !
DeleteLovely <3
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteAn honest accounting of the season, Truedessa.
ReplyDeleteAutumn rain….
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