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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      
blown away      
A joy to know;      
sorrow's antithesist      
a true beauty to behold      
when shed of her leavings      
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 backdropped 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 glamourous 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 11th Dec 2019
Author's Note
inspired by Robert Frost's "My November Guest"
for The Road Less Traveled comp @
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