EVERGREEN

The orange light in the cemetery
made me slow and made me stop
I hoped to find a way inside
after passing the entrance that I knew
so I turned away and wound around
and found myself climbing the hill
to where the light was particularly mellow

It's the eighteenth of November
and finally cold enough for the leaves to die and fall
but I marvel at how the leaves on some trees
still remain green
while the sun falls just low enough
to let me see
and let me go
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* Previously published in the Fall-2008 issue of the Insight: Rivier Academic Journal 
http://www.rivier.edu/journal/RCOAJ-Fall-2008_table.htm