A Nice November Day Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The leaves are turning colors,
On the branches of the trees,
Then they fall, one by one,
To the ground, below my knees,
As the squirrels, stash, their nuts away,
For food, on cold winter days.

The wind is blowing the flag,
As it shows, the red white and blue,
As evaporation, removes, the morning dew,
A beautiful clear sky above,
With some warmth of the sun, shining through,
As I look out my window, A nice November day,
The scenery entertains me, a beautiful view.
The Original: Tom Maxwell© 11/06/2021