November
November’s air is touched with frost
And trees flash Topaz tinted leaves,
Snatched by playful winds and tossed.
Clothed in autumns gentlest hues
The princess of November walks,
Among the yellow beech to muse.
A golden promise murmurs airy
And echoes in her listening heart.
So under willow she wends her way
To see beyond the mirrored art.
The queen and princess of the stars
Glitter in the wintering skies,
As on the autumn princess glides
Beckoned by the starry eyes.
Beneath the oak and bending elm
Beryl curtains yield to autumn’s soul.
Soft moss to match her hazel eyes
Inside the hidden folds to stroll
Tawny vines weave mystic dreams
And dance with her in deepening light
The princess of November gleams.
