November
The leaves are sere,
The woods are drear,
The breeze that erst so merrily did play,
Naught giveth but a melancholy lay;
Yet life's great lessons do not fail
E'en in November's gale.
~~
H. Cordelia Ray (1852-1916)
from Poems, 1910
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
Doug Lee, Late Autumn in the West Woods, 2011. CC BY-SA 2.0, Wikimedia Commons.
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