November Flowering Poem by Antony Glaser

November Flowering

Troubadours sing their hearts out
Surround me evermore in their sound.
Spirits caught in castled ruins.
Frangipani wait to hark.
Poppy dogs with sheepish eyes
lost in the dark.
Happy as Larry in Lincolnshire fayres.
Dragons Tooth flowering late.
Ordinariness dressed in leitmotifs,
stars starts to fade

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