November's Song..
Can you hear November's call,
as we see the last of Fall?
Where trees bereft of Autumn leaf..
Bare branches stand in stark relief..
That chilly nip, is in the air..
As Winter creeps with frosted hair..
The fading light that swiftly comes,
eclipsing soon the downward Sun..
Warm fires burn in wood-filled grates..
The Festive Season soon awaits..
When children plan their choice of gifts..
And mornings wrapped in gossamer Mists..
The end of the year will soon approach..
As Winter's snow, will land encroach..
Our Spring and Summer and Autumn's gone...
Replaced by chilled November's Song...
Copyright Image/Poem Beverley Borresen. November 2011.
as we see the last of Fall?
Where trees bereft of Autumn leaf..
Bare branches stand in stark relief..
That chilly nip, is in the air..
As Winter creeps with frosted hair..
The fading light that swiftly comes,
eclipsing soon the downward Sun..
Warm fires burn in wood-filled grates..
The Festive Season soon awaits..
When children plan their choice of gifts..
And mornings wrapped in gossamer Mists..
The end of the year will soon approach..
As Winter's snow, will land encroach..
Our Spring and Summer and Autumn's gone...
Replaced by chilled November's Song...
Copyright Image/Poem Beverley Borresen. November 2011.