Skip to main content

november -- an acrostic poem

Nestled in the autumn's embrace,
Orange hues paint the landscape's grace.
Vivid memories of leaves that fall,
Ephemeral beauty, nature's call.
Misty mornings, a crisp chill in the air,
Berries and pumpkins, symbols everywhere.
Eager winds whisper tales untold,
Reveling in November's colors bold.