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MY NOVEMBER GUEST-Robert Frost
 My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these darks days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Here pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

 A Memoriam for Kevin Z. A Homeless man who died in autumn.
Edgar Allen Poe-Dream Within a Dream.
Maya Angelo-Take Time Out.
William Wordsworth- To a butterfly.
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Araban MoonPearl (ME)-Let Loose.
Araban MoonPearl (ME)-some short poems.