November 19, 2013

November Brown

November is brown
Leaves down on the ground
Decaying soon and
Renewing the land

A few clinging yet
Leaves seem desperate
Wanting to delay
That final decay

So stubborn a thing
Some hold on ‘til spring
Then, shriveled and dead
Green puts them to bed

Finally they rest
Having passed the test
And the leaves lie down
In November brown

1 comment:

  1. Nice poem that so aptly describes November.


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