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Lonely, Like An Orphan
(1865-1914 / the United States)

Lonely, Like An Orphan

November smells like an
empty house,
like decaying dreams,
all pumpkin orange and
burnt sienna.
I search for you through
the ashes of roses.
My eyes are the color
of despair.
I can still taste you;
that last kiss, clover sweet.
And without you, the days
dawn gray and lonely, like
an orphan.

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The red-bird sings! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
One of the best poems by Madison Julius Cawein........
Beautiful painting of woodlands from a Master!
.............a beautiful write with excellent imagery of nature ★ No one can miss it; for two cat-birds nest, Calling all morning, in the trumpet-vine; And there at noon the pewee sits and floats A woodland welcome; and his very best At eve the red-bird sings, as if to sign The record of its loveliness with notes.