November (poetry)

November
Almost empty
Almost empty, the trees
almost dead to the wounds of cold
sticks and stones in the bony sky
brown leaves immune

Their little death
their little death
resonating woodpecker flown south
with all his fine colors,
chewing creatures and spinners
bustled away beneath the calling geese
skeleton clouds in the cellblock sky
close in from the north

Who cares
who cares
none of it will hurt in the dryness
they’ll sleep all through the dreary months
of the sundial’s dumbness
and never dream
Persephone’s black insomnia
nor keen her separation

Why don't you say anything???Why do you just ??what does it mean???

Because they don't know how to express their ideas in English ( I guess so! )

oh, I think you're right

You mean they stupid

i don't understand , what 's that meaning ? ha ha ha ha grammar is wrong so much , delete entry please ha ha ha ha ha

Did you read the section:Opening. Read again. Besides, this poetry wasn't mine, I found it on internet, I wanted to share this poetry to everyone. That's all.
Oh! about the gramma, can you correct this poetry?

dude
the nodding head
kinda showing the approval
what do u mean [I cant express my feelings in Enlish], huh

Sorry! Because i didn't known what's that mean.

oh my god.....used items that do not know that it used so I do