November Dances In~



November dances in~
She has a Gypsy secret within her Gypsy grin.
Her eyes are amber mist, her hair is raven black.
She is a an icy mother, gourds and apples on her back~
She creeps among the naked trees gathering up the green.
She is autumn’s mother, this regal winter queen.
She’s welcomed by the black birds and taken by the wind~
She’s lovely in the moon’s glow, and reeks of Summer’s End.

Published by sheilarosskuhn

I write, I am an earth mother goddess...

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  1. Your sun worshipping spirit is fearful now…xoxoxo 🙂 Gran is kind of creepy in the dark of the year, this is a good thing!

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