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A love poem

Photo by Klara Kulikova on Unsplash

“It was November — the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”

— L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Take me to the woods in November,
let’s walk in the gentle peace of the trees.
Their resin smell…



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Caroline Mellor

Caroline Mellor


Mother, writer and tea drinker living in the Sussex Weald. Poetry, prose and personal essays.