November’s breath is soft and cool, A whispered promise from the fall, The leaves, they dance to autumn’s rule, As…
November whispers through the trees, A gentle touch of autumn’s breeze. Leaves fall like whispers, soft and slow, In hues…
The leaves descend in golden grace, A soft whisper in the crisp air, November’s breath on every face, A season’s…
In the twilight of autumn’s glow, November whispers secrets low, The trees, now bare, in silence stand, As frost begins…