November

Hark you such sound as quivers?  Kings will hear,

As kings have heard, and tremble on their thrones;

The old will feel the weight of mossy stones;

The young alone will laugh and scoff at fear.

Cornfield In The Fall

Paul Cannon

(2012)

It is the tread of armies marching near,

From scarlet lands to lands forever pale;

It is a bugle dying down the gale;

It is the sudden gushing of a tear.

And it is hands that grope at ghostly doors;

And romp of spirit-children on the pave;

It is the tender sighing of the brave

Who fell, ah! long ago, in futile wars;

It is such sound as death; and, after all,

'T is but the forest letting dead leaves fall. 

"November"

From "Sonnets: A First Series"

 By Mahlon Leonard Fisher

(1874-1974)

American poet