November

As the November sets in A cool wind blows over the lands Dew drops shine in the sun ray Upon grasses, leaves, flowers and sands The peaks shine with snow The streams are cool to the touch The clouds are silver and cottony Stay calm in a place and don't move much An apparition of mist hangs Across dew soaked verdant meadows The Sun comes out soft late in In the morn and hardly casts dark shadows Days come to a close with The appearance of the coral moon Low-floating as if touching The grove where in the trees lazily swoon