Image by GermanHikes
November
We saw leaves go to glory,
Then almost migratory
Go part way down the lane,
And then to end the story
Get beaten down and pasted
In one wild day of rain.
We heard " 'Tis Over" roaring.
A year of leaves was wasted.
Oh, we made a boast of storing,
Of saving and keeping,
But only by ignoring
The waste of moments sleeping,
The waste of pleasure weeping,
By denying and ignoring
The waste of nations warring.
-Robert Frost
Same picture and same poem as last November!
ReplyDeleteYes, but there is the same waste of nations in this November of blowing leaves so, as before, this poem is a wonderful way to commemorate the season.
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