November 20, 2019

November

posted on: Thursday November 8, 2001

Sara Schepis

The sailing leaves, the scent of chill
The year goes slowly to its rest
The frost is scattered on the hill

The sailing leaves, the scent of chill
The chorus geese departing still
The month of bounty, sun a-west

With sailing leaves, the scent of chill
The year goes slowly to its rest.

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