November Night
Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
--by Adelaide Crapsey
Adelaide Crapsey, creator of one of the cinquain forms, and a creator of this well-known favorite poem of mine, known by many of you I'm sure. You can find a collection of others by her here. And the poets.org site offers this biography. Here is my own November observation.
November Tree
Unmasked --
divine design,
thin arms surprised by sun.
Its leaves that cling wink at a breeze,
persist.
Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved

