Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
November Sun - Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
The sun does shine through window blinds
To brighten up my room.
But in these November morns
The sun'll go real soon.
I see branches of trees bereft of leaves
Sway gently in the breeze.
But when the Winter storms awake
Winds and gales will those boughs break.
Winter morns bring fog and frost
When moisture fills the air,
Roads and paths become full of ice,
And all who tred should take care.
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 15 November 2003
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