November pink

After fiery orange of late October,

this brush paints dusk

a shell's translucence.

Surely skies like this

should have migrated south

weeks ago, but this season,

the damp trunk of a beech tree

blushes, lingers

before wading into the dark.

Whoever has secrets to tell,

tell them now:

Who would not forgive you

in this hour of hushed cameo.

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