November – Listopad
Autumn
When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
Carol L. Riser
I wish you a happy November
Late Autumn – Późna Jesień
Falling Leaves
Little leaves fall softly down
Red and yellow, orange and brown
Whirling, twirling round and round
Falling softly to the ground
Little leaves fall softly down
To make a carpet on the ground.
Then, swish, the wind comes whistling by
And sends them dancing to the sky. *
*A poem about autumn was found on the internet.l
http://www.teachingfirst.net/Poems/Autumn.html#leavesarefalling
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