November

The leaves all fall in earnest now,

A chill is in the air.

The wind sweeps through each scarlet bough;

It shakes the branches bare.


And fleeting daylight does precede

The dreary days ahead.

The golden autumn sunlight fades

To icy blue instead.


And though I am inclined to grieve

The loss of days so fair,

The best await, I do believe-

More still will have their share.


I’ll hasten on through winter’s freeze;

When earth seems cold and dead,

I’ll look towards shining memories

Of autumn gold, and scarlet red.

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Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This was a nice little poem that pays tribute to this time of year. With a smooth rhyming scheme. Very nice job Gabriela with this poem thank you for sharing.