Tuesday, November 05, 2013

Fall Poetry:Morris

November wears a Paisley shawl
To keep her sagging shoulders warm.
Her bonnet's deck with rusty flower,
An apple basket's on her arm,
And with a dusty, rustly sound
Her wide skirts sweep along the ground.

She trudges up the sunset hills,
In spite of winds a-blowing,
To seek a shelter on beyond -
She must know where she's going -
For, wrapped in Paisley red and brown,
She rustles, rustles through the town.

Hilda Morris


  1. What a lovely glimpse of the season. I'm so happy I stopped by here because every year I am loving Autumn more, and I feel I should have some poems to express the love affair. Now I will go and read the other poems you've posted. Thanks!