Thursday, November 12, 2009
miles' poem
November
Frost stealthily
settles on the cold
November grass
Leaves cling onto
bare branches
as they plummet
to their death
Squirrels straddle
for hibernation
Lakes wait
to be hushed to sleep
Children brace themselves
for November
birds drift south
as the day creeps by
Earth
takes it final turn
as the day retires
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