"November" by Christopher Watkins

By Poet Laureate Christopher Watkins

 

November
Cold among the vines;
thin brown stems shod of their canopy
bristling in the wicked breezes;
so strange to see the far side of a row,
when only weeks ago sight lines
were choked with the opulence
of purple clusters pregnant with the future.

Comments

[Hillary]

I like this poem! Some of my favorite writing is about the seasons or the months or the weather so I enjoy this :)