Poetry-holic

I've been addicted to poetry lately. So much so that I even thought of the poem I had to memorize in seventh grade - The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Who would have ever thought that a name like HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW would stick with a kid?

Here's a poem that is fitting for November.

November Night

by Adelaide Crapsey

Listen. .

With faint dry sound,

Like steps of passing ghosts,

The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees

And fall.