November is rising

Olivia LeDuc | Fall 2021

after spring had sliced me open like the little salvia plants on a garden’s sage
and summer glimmered that blistering flame that yellows with age
i was kissed by the silhouette curtains of september’s autumn
my cheeks stained by the orange of october
i asked you to keep me here, for my sake, and
please don't let me freeze in time, harbored in a snowglobe’s core