November Night
by Adelaide Crapsey
(Lovely words, Unfortunate name)
Listen. .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
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1 comment:
pretty leaves, ours are pretty much gone.
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