This is my entry for the poetry competition. I hope you all like it.


1. November

November wakes, like me and you
With frost in trees and morning dew

Flowers curtsy, pink and red
The sun showers light upon a riverbed
With water twisting down foothills in creeks
In puddles and holes the water will sneak

November December and January too
The led of a pencil is sharpened by you

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