We saw leaves go to glory,
Then almost migratory
Go part way down the lane,
And then to end the story
Get beaten down and pasted
In one wild day of rain.
From Robert Frost’s poem, “November.”
Available as a print on my Society6 store.
We saw leaves go to glory,
Then almost migratory
Go part way down the lane,
And then to end the story
Get beaten down and pasted
In one wild day of rain.
From Robert Frost’s poem, “November.”
Available as a print on my Society6 store.