The November sky is greying
above tangles of red, yellow,
and partially green trees.
The wind is rattling the leaves
reminding me of an elderly person
quite disheveled by the winds
of time, and shaking with weakness.
Like the leaves falling, she too will soon
be stripped bare of her garment
in exchange for immortality.
Doris McGohon has been writing for a number of years, and enjoys doing inspirational and nature poems in several styles. A book of her poetry titled Paintings of the Imagination has recently been published.