It's over, and did November not do nostalgic ease? Morning breezes, raucous calls of migratory geese, And a coral moon that is floating low in the sky. Nor an autmn gold remained in the trees in sigh. Did I appreciate the vigorous foliage while it persisted? Was I astonished? the hive have up and left instead. Then dispersed to tremble in their wintery clumps. Sun's ricochet light behind drawn drapes and thumps. Around twelve in the afternoon, a closed sign appears. The filthy river, coughs forth reed grass like fatty as feather dusters. The throngs of children have succumbed to winter's great allure. A sky like Hovers' dried cement will definitely endure. . Summary: The poem is a reflection on the passing of time and the arrival of winter after the beauty of autumn has faded away. The speaker expresses regret for not appreciating the fall foliage while it lasted and laments the absence of the lively atmosphere that once filled the streets. The imagery in the poem ...