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[ Classic Corner ] Temporary At Best

I am November's guest      
on the inside squinting      
through lens flare tinting      
glare on Nature's window      
staring at her state of undress;      
delicate auburn sundress      
since cast aside      
and blown away      
A joy to know      
sorrow's antithesist---      
a true beauty to behold      
when shed of her leavings      
Naked, shrouded in
cascading cold mid morning
mist as if hair silver grey
bare limbs and eavings        
pleasant to gaze upon      
from every which way;      
for a raking onlooker      
like me to resist ...     
though I must admit      
she is most breathtaking      
when back dropped and lit        
with blues fading from sky        
before December snows      
And despite her        
bereavings of youth gone by        
she has not reason to be shy  
I choose to linger and swoon      
amorously in aching enamorings      
of my once glamorous friend      
For no withered tree is she      
while I am but a season      
that comes and goes      
and sadly must soon      
come to an end

Written by JohnnyBlaze
Published | Edited 27th Jul 2020
Author's Note
inspired by Robert Frost's "My November Guest"
for The Road Less Traveled comp @
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