Turn of the page

Now it is November's turn of the page
Bowing out on just the barest offering of olive branch
Shaken tip to toe by boisterous winds from the North
Taken off in storm 'til at last the last of the pageantry passes
- (Stores of leafy memories kept back for winter tales)
Floors of wood and forest must bear the brunt of rustic ruination
Carmine and copper carpets diminishing to earth
Thinning with frayed edges where the roots clutch
And dormice nestle down with nuts of beech and hazel
Hand wave to Autumn's long goodbye

In the Imaginary Garden, Kerry invites us to say A Skyflower Friday: Goodbye