November

Trees bare and brown,
Dry leaves everywhere
Dancing up and down,
Whirling through the air.

Red-cheeked apples roasted,
Popcorn almost done,
Toes and chestnuts toasted,
That’s November fun.

Woodland Animals

No sound was in the woodlands
Save the squirrel’s dropping shell
And the yellow leaves among the boughs,
Low rustling as they fell.

At last after watching and waiting,
Autumn, the beautiful came,
Stepping with sandals silver,
Decked with her mantle of flame.