November can be so rude

Written by: Annie Lander

What a dreary midnight November 
Nitrate toxicity this New York City
It should never have happened

Our first winter snow, what a low blow
Congestion, Cough, Runny Nose, Sore Throat
Bengay , Dayquil and Nightquil 

Night come early
The dawn cometh late
Ice on the dash board
And the Mailman always late

No wood in the furnace
No white throated sparrow to sing a song
The earth is constantly shifting. “My God How long
To stressed out to sleep
Oh how I love my cup of 
Soothing Ginger tea

Why must we suffer?