now with a title and rhyming couplet!

thanks to Erin, i now have a title for my "She sways in one sweeping movement-" poem! November. Erin pointed out how she sees how i'm writing about autumn, and the last stanza that repeats "remember" makes her think of November--which is still autumn (from this side of Canada). and althgh i dont' want to attach Rememberence Day with my poem, i like the clean beginning that a proper noun gives. So "November" it shall be.

and thinking on the bus last night coming back from Toronto, i was going through words that rhyme with "more" in my head and i was surprised to find a fitting word (b/c my rhyming normally SUCKS).. voila:

November

She sways in one sweeping movement
and we all see and gape.
the feathers of Her hair-
the tremble of Her red brown red.
flaunting and floating, firmly rooted in the sky;
soon She'll have neither hair nor colour to cajole.

and by the jealous cold, the impatient frost.
she's melt in pieces:
preciptating loudly
RED GOLD RED BRONZE RED FLUSH RED
coaxing her admirers back before the jealous blanche
washes the world white in ice.

her resplendency in pieces before her; a
train of life and death that crunches
crunching and crushed to ash

ash makes us forget.

and we, her wayward lovers
will find outselves enthralled and terrified by her white ghost-
her vengence in null colour
"remember me, remember no more
await a year is what i implore"