waving november goodbye
there it is
southern sun on a cool autumn day
reminding you of birthdays long past
spent in the silence of your own shadow
pretending it would be impossible to be found
if not for your breath escaping into the sky
but escape you do
slipping past the guard and beyond the yard
running and jumping in a dying open field
chasing ghosts of moths and butterflies
sun as bright as the smile on your face
arms waving ecstatically overhead
november two thousand nineteen
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Beautiful.
Thank you
I absolutely love this one.
Thanks for saying so and for sharing on our Twitter feed.
sad…November is almost gone. nice poem
Thank you, Padmini