November
Nearest to the end of the fall season we all know.
Our last look at beauty that unfolds in glow,
Visions of color falling everywhere we go.
Every wooded escape has transformed slow.
Magical colors have faded, nakedness now show.
Bare branches thrive, which nature does bestow.
Everyone awaits the freshness of the first fallen snow.
Rewinding time, nature prepares for cold winds to blow.
written for
Sponsor Carol Brown
Contest Name FALL IS AROUND THE CORNER
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2011
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