• November is Falling

    By: Hoverboard_0

    The trees are shaking,
    As the sun is suddenly sleeping,
    And the leaves fall for a bed that covers a lot of the land.
    As the darkness arises, and summer is done,
    The trees have shook the leaves, because all is done.
    Suddenly, but so, a water droplet drops oh so slightly,
    But for am I wrong, that is,
    It is not rain, for it is snow.
    Dear November, my lovely month,
    your soul is falling as the trees are sleeping,
    And the ice water we call snow,
    Covers the land, copying the leaves like so.
    Dear November, you are falling.