November Echoes

Here: another year on the point of turning
earning warm ripe saccharine drippings of praise—
“Raise your eyes to perfect sky!”
I bend instead, tending leaf-fall
(all golden chance lost to north-blue breeze)
ease my stance to contemplation
shun symbol, drink this scalding tea


22 thoughts on “November Echoes”

  1. I love all of this. I love the first line and its bonus rhyme, I love “north-blue breeze,” and I love how the overall echo structure flows.

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