My Sweet November (Raw Talent) Poem by Jesus e Loreto jr

a chilly gust of wind, kisses the dying fall.....he says, goodbye my love......my sweet november, amazed in awwe! the foolish lover stares, in sarrow, his tired lonely eyes are joined by a few solemn rolling tear drops that quickly turn to ice. as the foolish lover says his last goodbye, the empty space.....gone now his lovely bride. and her attire....sings a willowed melody.dressed in autumn, orange, honey coloured opals beige and earthly browns. the lovers smile now converts a heavy laden frown.woosh! a sudden snow brings a jealous winter's storm alongside a frenzied rush...a frigid guest, a lonely cold that knumbs the wanting soul.with piercing eyes, a single look, and thus the autumn dies, kills the musik.....stiff and motionless, the lively water now is frozen.no more a happy spirit, now just a once forgotten corpse......laid to rest......inside the frozen brook. no joyful gesture, nor even a silent subtle breath, not a word, nor a glimpse, lest even a slight concern, pale and cold, that jealous winter comes, invites her lingering spirit......to die inside it's icy cold abode. and she, always a true lady, takes her rightful seat, as the lover that dies, with beautiful honey coloured eyes, that never lie, now dressed in deep dark clouds and pale greys.....wearing brite white gloves....that proudly offer a solemn welcome, and a painful last good bye! a bleeding heart that cries and craves the summer's fiery rays......a lonely thought, of gone and long past warm and sunny days.oh! That foolish love! That stumbled, fell and the cold hard ground humbled! .....as I remeber........the widowed lover, of that beautiful lovely........dead.....and sweet november.........oh! That lovely sweet november! (love you! BB) (raw talent)