November Breeze

The golden leaves fluttered
Tickling the yellow roads
The green woods lost it's green
Winter heaved November breeze.

Warmth of the warm ball's fading
Deep into the grey mist
See the dew  on the grass
Winter heaved November breeze.

The pale white skin's turning red
The auburn hair's flying
The dark orbs are glistening
Winter heaved November breeze.

Starfull nights are approaching soon
With it's dazzling moon
The charismatic wind's making a symphony
Winter heaved November breeze.

-Ayesha Rehan