[Susan d.S.]

Effort number 2:

‘Round November ,
Under its sky,
Scuds of leaves
Skate and fly.
Emerald’s embers,
They fill the streets,
They swell with rains,
Heap up in piles,
En-clog the drains.
Reddish leaves are
Easily seen
And routed by a
Power blower-
Evictor grim- of
Russet; the reaper.