November Sky

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November with drooping russet leaves,
where whispers tousle their essence
remind of long-ago rooms.
Sweet is ache evermore
I reach for the sky
insert soft sigh
everything
was once
you.

 

Photo credits: Pixabay

Form: Nonet

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

30 thoughts on “November Sky

  1. Kerry says:

    This is just perfect, Sanaa! I love the use of long ago rooms as a metaphor and the shape of the poem adds to the sense of something lost or left behind.

    • Sanaa says:

      Aww gosh!❀️ Thank you so much, Kerry πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it!❀️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt)

  2. Ellecee says:

    Isn’t it strange how the smallest of things can bring back the largest memory. I, too, like the shape of your poem, I think of it as drifting in thought. πŸ™‚

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