Nov 2016
Leaves rustle
As feet tread
On russet hue's
Crisp and dead
Trees almost bare
Standing bold
Ready to face Winters' cold
A carper of colour
Covers the ground
A joy to behold
Is Autumn's gold
As feet tread
On russet hue's
Crisp and dead
Trees almost bare
Standing bold
Ready to face Winters' cold
A carper of colour
Covers the ground
A joy to behold
Is Autumn's gold
