November poem

November poem  2012

What    if    the leaves   fall?

I   am   slowly   atop   the   tree,

The   smart woodpecker

 Chirps ,pecks  the   tawny    

Stems, as if to rejuvenate,

  The   lonely   tree  reverberates,

  wetness   as if  God’s

  Mercy  Pouring   down,

The   gubernatorial  Sun

Hides  behind  the  clouds,

Deliberate  as if  to 

allow  them  to  release

The  down pour,

After  all  the  Sun

Is  The  Ruling  Rod 

Of  Justice.

Here   the   boys

Revel  in  November  showers

 paper boats   are    too many.

In   the  kitchen  grandma’s

Billowing  log  of  fire

Keeps   us  all  warm

From  the  shiver.