Just a Day
Just a Day|
It did not claim to be special,
Nor marked as a date
Of significance, not red-circled
For the forgetful...
No card shopping or stamp required.
It was just a day in November.
Just a day....
With skies painted that unbelievable blue
Of remembered summers,
Leaves dancing in gold and crimson glory.
It was a day when grass seemed greener,
Almost spring-like, with one last preening
Before frost laid its shivering cloak.
Birds warbled, feeling a need to finish
Every song, hit every note...clearly mocking
Winter and its coming silence,
And air, so crisp and clean, became the carrier
Of vibrant dreams, sound of laughter
Without reason, and scented breath of season.
Yes, it was just a day...
But it was perfect and it was November
And for that moment
It was the only day in existence
That ever mattered.
© mdbadgererow 2006
Posted for the Free Verse challenge
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