The Last Warm Glow of November
Gold
tinged leaves
drape the lawn,
rustle in breeze
on the first frost sheath.
In the fading fall scene
garden grass dons crown of dew,
glints in November’s last warm glow,
I absorb to light up my winter.
___________
November 9, 2022
Syllable count checked at HMS
Contest : A November Nonet
Sponsored by : Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment