November Clouds

Seasons in a Lemurian Garden

What hidden urge causes November Clouds
To dress in black?
In their faces do we see,
The bear branches of leaf-less trees,
Reflected back?

What do they seek in their restless shift,
Across the sky?
Are they mourning the sun or the summer, or the robin,
Who have said good-bye?

And why does a spot deep inside of me,
Reach out in like spirit, to the heart of these?

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