November Poem by W.I. Stoneberger

November



Autumn is upon us.
Pine needles cover the backyard,
the color of pumpkins and mums
and old coins.
With terrier teeth,
the chill wind nips at our hands
as we try to rake
the season up into a pile.

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Bethany Waters 10 November 2009

Beautiful illustration of autumn.

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