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If anyone knows the name of this little poem, please share it with us. Thanks! Hope you enjoy it!
The fields are harvested and bare,
And winter whistles through the square.
October dresses in flame and gold,
Like a woman afraid of growing old.
Now the autumn days are gone
Frost is sparkling on the lawn.
Windows winking cheerful lights
Warm the cold November nights.
~ Anne Lawler