Green and Gold (November revised)

[popsadie]

I realize re-posting poetry can be tiresome, but shortly after I posted "November," I realized it was missing a stanza. I really liked the imagery in the poem, but the transition between the second and third stanzas felt too harsh. The third stanza in this revised poem is one I added to smooth the transition between the childhood and adult memories.

Green and Gold

I remember
Reaping heaven’s harvest
Holding tumbling leaves
Playing hide and seek in the trees.

I remember
My daddy’s feet rustling¬
Our winter kissed pile
Orange and red spilling over us.

I remember
Clearing a leaf strewn street
Cramming the last box
He waited at my driver’s door.

I remember
Hints of an autumn assault
Littered my highway
When I heard the last warning.

I forget now
Slivers of breath cooled winter
Send my green to gold
Sunlight shivers in November.