November By Paul Kenneth Lazenby

Sticking bitterly close to the ground Like the private darkroom with no lights to be found. Skies are grey, trees are still, Though an answer is to be found from beginning to the end It's an inclusion to blend. When morning is night and the sun is the end It feels like an untrue friend But you've found that you're still on the ground You turn the next page of your calendar Unrolling the previous month It being a mystery for when it comes again Catch the weeks that ran away. December to stay.

Copyright ©  Paul Kenneth Lazenby 2008

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