November Walks


Whispering winds sounded through the cool night

Shivering, trembling, she quickened her pace.

Not sure why, the still shadow gave her fright

Unknown to her, the shadow had a face.


The sound of footsteps made fear take over,

And terrified, she broke into a sprint.

The eerie stranger, not a bit sober,

Was suddenly lost into the night’s tint.


Relieved, the shy girl stopped to catch her breath

So sure she had eluded the danger.

Eyes closed, she thought she was safe from death

Only to open and find the stranger.


Fighting for her life, she soon remembered

Mother’s warning, “Never walk alone in November." 



This poem is a sonnett that I wrote for the Spek Your Mind Slam contest. 

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