So, last week I posted the poem October, and while it’s not quite November yet, I wanted to share this lovely fall poem. Read it out loud and you will hear the leaves rustle under your feet.
November Night
ByAdelaide Crapsey
Listen. .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.
Debbie Diller 