The Reaper

I am the soul of November,
Wandering down through the days,
Reclaiming the ground for the Winter,
to be born again in the Spring,
In nights that grow ever colder,
In skies filled with clouds full of rain,
I am the soul of November,
Changing the landscape again.

Dreaming curled up near the fire,
Sleeping so deep in the dark,
I am the soul of November,
the last of the light and the spark,
that rests through a season transforming,
that gathers its strength in repose,
I am the soul of November,
Holding the hope of the bloom of the rose.

 

 

Teri Skultety
November 4, 2019

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