A November Sun
A December sun summons Winter’s freeze,
but a November sun shares its golden rays.
And upon a canvas of leaves, paints the trees,
as longer nights encroach upon shorter days.
Nature dips Her brush in a November sun
and transforms the landscape before She is done.
Fall’s changing leaves are a magnificent sight,
a pageant of color before Winter's white.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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