November and December


November,

fading away of an already forgotten past. . .

November,

Sweet sorrow of realization,

November,

A season of loss, and of death in golden embers. . .

So may we remember the loss of November.



December,

A cold pale reflection, of a new day to come. . .

December,

Sweet beauty of realization,

December,

A season of hope, and life in satin embers. . .

So may we remember the hope of December.



November - An ending

December - The begining

From golden, to satin, Rememb'rence remains,

Within the burning embers of a twelve season soul. . .

For each new day we'll make a new change.



-Rebecca Suzanne Zimmerman

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