Oh, Goddess of November, how lovely are the days
That chill me to the deepest core with your autumnal haze.
Tranquil are the mornings of gentle, coolest mist;
Renewing me with lightest breeze just like a mother's kiss.
Golden sun of noontime sets all the leaves aglow;
Flaunting all the colors they so dearly love to show.
Evening enchants me with moonlight's shining spell;
Shadows dancing in the dark after the sun is quelled.
Oh, Goddess of November, prolong these lovely days
That chill me to the deepest core with your autumnal haze.
A/N: Started writing this sometime during school in November, but I didn't have time to finish before class ended so I put it away in a notebook and didn't find it until now! Whoops :3
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The Lion's Book: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAll of my lovely poems that I am so terribly proud of. Comments/Feedback are greatly appreciated. Please enjoy! :)
