By Harleen Kaur
November nights, so calm, so still,
A silver moonlight crowns the hill.
Stars like diamonds softly gleam,
Casting spells of a tranquil dream.
The air is crisp, with a frosty bite,
A quiet hush blankets the night.
Leaves once fiery now gently sleep,
In autumn’s arms, they softly weep.
Chimneys puff their cozy streams,
Homes aglow with hearth-lit beams.
Footsteps echo on the frosted ground,
A soothing peace in silence found.
The winds, they hum a wistful tune,
Dancing clouds flirt with the moon.
November whispers of time’s embrace,
Of fleeting moments, of nature’s grace.
Winter waits at the season’s gate,
With snowy gifts and a frosty fate.
But for now, November holds her reign,
A fleeting beauty, tender, and plain.
By Harleen Kaur
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