November Night

by Adelaide Crapsey


LISTEN . . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.

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HaynesBE said…
Hmmm. Thanks for that quiet moment.
November 6, 2009 at 6:13 PM
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