She loves the idea of autumn
Cozy, sweater weather, and pumpkin
Boots, knitted hats, and a cup of coffee
The smell of old books, bonfires and crisp air.
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Until she realise she was born in november Where no spring nor summer beauty Hath such grace. i am also born in november and liked ur poem very much..The golden crimson and red leaves of november.. fine description in poetic words.. thank you dear poet. tony
Vember, such a great write...10++++
thank you so much.. :)