Two poems today, celebrating my first November in Wisconsin after 32 years.
"Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast."
- Sara Coleridge
"How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
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