Poems About November
2 poemsOctober's Last Lecture
The trees are undressing in public again—no shame, no apology, just color falling like confessions too beautiful to keep.
by Rowan Birch
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November Field
November twilight— the scarecrow still stands alone. Sparrows left in June.
by Hartwell Ainsley
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