November thoughts

Poem

Morning dewdrops sigh as they fall, short life of a night’s toll.

November is not November without a sigh

nor a month to sit down and cry

yet it leads to the crossroad of seasons

where we look over the shoulder

to recall days that are gone

and then move on

to what is yet to come.

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