November Night

Posted by DJL on Nov 9, 2013 in Poetry | 0 comments

I happened upon this poem earlier this week and it caught my sense of the turn of the season perfectly. I won’t say more – it’s a short poem that speaks for itself. Perhaps it will put words to your experience as it has to mine.

November Night

Listen.
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.

By Adelaide Crapsey

 

Post image: John Atkinson Grimshaw, “A November Night,” 1874.