November by Ruby Archer Our twilight month November is, The evening of the year. The brilliant summer noontide left A pallor soft and clear. Dame Winter brings with quiet grace Her curtains all of snow, And pins them deftly into place With boughs of mistletoe. Find Related Poems November Poems Summer Poems Winter Poems
November by Ruby Archer Our twilight month November is, The evening of the year. The brilliant summer noontide left A pallor soft and clear. Dame Winter brings with quiet grace Her curtains all of snow, And pins them deftly into place With boughs of mistletoe.