Come welcome November at Diane Mayr's Random Noodling. I'm sure you're find delightful poetry when you visit. Thanks for hosting, Diane!
Leaves fill our lives in autumn, and this one in Colorado has been particularly spectacular. We've had only a few days of cold weather, and the next cold snap is coming after this coming weekend. Time for coats and scarves and gloves, but still scuffling through leaves, or when a wind blows up in part of the day, the leaves rearrange themselves, and fill my porch, too.
Here's another "leafy" poem, one a little more somber for this month of November. I nearly shared a full moon poem for that beauty last night, but the leaves again overcame me.
by Elsie N. Brady
"How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
The rest is here, on a poetry/quote site. Scroll down a little; it's after the Shakespeare quote.