They say it is the month of death,
But I have never seen such beauty in decay.
Remains of Autumn,
Cling to the branches,
And the Earth is painted a thousand shades of red.
When a heavy fog smothers the ground,
Breathe in and let it fill your lungs.
It is at this time the world seems still
And the fear of winter is forgotten,
If only for a moment,
Before the light fades,
And we return to darkness once more.
Poem Dedicated To November
I also love nature and especially Fall. I really enjoyed this poem, and I love your unique descriptions. To me, anyone who can describe nature like this is truly in touch with themselves and...
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2015 with permission of the Author.