(Mirror Lake by Franklin Carmichael, 1890-1945,
Canadian artist)
We’ve now come to the last of the autumnal poems, but there are still weeks of Autumn left to enjoy.
NOVEMBER NIGHT
Listen.
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.
~ Adele Crapsey (1878-1914), American poet
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