At Autumn's Farewell Ball
November weaves herself a gown
that sparkles like snow falling down.
At Autumn’s Farewell Ball she’ll meet
the one who’ll sweep her off her feet
as they go waltzing on leaves strewn
on forest floor ‘neath silver moon.
When all fall’s leaves have crumbled brown,
November’s lover dons his crown,
and his arrival shall be fleet.
Once snowflakes fall - her king she'll greet.
Yes, Winter is arriving soon.
November in his arms shall swoon.
November 7, 2020
for William Kekaula's Lay November Poetry Contest
Syllables checked by HMS
Rhymes by RhymeZone
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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