Aletha Rappaport

(Boynton Beach, Florida, USA)

October In The Mountains - Poem by Aletha Rappaport

The North Wind does blow,
His chilly fingers on my face
Tell me it is time to go -
To leave our mountain home
And seek a warmer clime
Before ice forms on the lake.
How can winter be so close?
The woods are alive with color -
Yellow, yellow and more yellows
Of every shade and hue -
Reds and orange, browns and russet too.
Autumn having her last fling
Before submitting to Winter's icy sting.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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