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November's Song

Pumpkin Spice

It’s in the morning sunrise

the yellow and purple hues

that November’s song is heard

coming through

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.

written by Alexia Stevens 2017

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