Novemberness
S Sandra Fowler
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Snowflakes create mosaics of moonlace.
They paint fantastic shadows on the glass.
A word or two accents the falling day.
Dusk flickers like a magic picture light.
The mood is older than Methuselah,
As ageless as a speech by Robert Byrd.
Time captures him in his Novemberness,
Eternal as the Appalachian frost.
For the Senator whose love of poetry is legendary.
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