November Lake

On a morning in November
the sun shining so bright
against a bitter cold sky
I walk along a lake
a lake made by man,
yet fitting with nature
The light of the sun
burns brightly on the water
moved by the wind
And the last leaves of the year
stand guard on shore
with the greens of ever


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All images and poems are Copyright 1999 Anthony V. Seo