HB (october 3. year is private / usa)

"November"

The leaves have fallen to the ground
With rustling sound so soft.
Soon winter will come marching in,
With leaden skies aloft.
Bright autumn hues of red & gold
Have faded to dull brown,
But soon an ermine mantle,
Will cover all the ground,
These precious days we'll treasure,
When winter's in full bloom,
The memories of our golden times,
Will banish all the gloom.

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I'd like to start off by thanking you for the commenttt. (: this poem was wow. i remember having those dreams that just you wish would really happen. or then those dreams that wish never were in your head. amazingness.