November's Song

It’s in the morning sunrise

the yellow and purple hues

that November’s song is heard

coming through

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It’s in the falling leaves

that colored show of fall

The red, gold, and brown

my favorites of all

 

It’s in the evening breeze

the sweetest lullaby

I sit fireside, cozy and warm

and I sigh

 

It’s in the painted heavens

the joy of sunset’s fame

November’s song of requite and grace

her ancient acclaim.

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written by Alexia Stevens 2017

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