November hymnal (5)

November hymnal (5)

The leaves alight with morning rain fall
straight like skimming stones thrown

wrong    light as our names like our lives
they did not have too far to fall

On the morning air your soul floats
over the frost   newly alone    leaves

a scattered gritty rainbow reaching
for the one color it can’t contain

Blue soul blue sky blue frost
like all the memories of laughter

6 thoughts on “November hymnal (5)

      1. Jeff Schwaner Post author

        Sometimes it comes down to a word choice which seems to anticipate the poem’s most authentic direction and meaning. In this case it was the last word of the poem.

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