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But November Wept

January first
First buried in snow
Never to recover from winter

February cold
February with its love
And gone to such a winter release

There was a March
March with spring flowers
Gone in the shadow of April well spent

And a May
May with its showers
But now deep and gone to dust

Then came June
June with her weddings
Replaced with July firecrackers

Then there was August
August bringing fresh starts
And dreaded new beginnings
 
September came to soon
September cool
With Autumn on its wings

In swept October
With early snow
And harvest to bring in crops

Then November brought her children
And all the world shut its doors
Then all the winter fell in sorrow
 and snow, As November wept
Wept for the years all spent
And December yet to come

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Jan Allison Date: 4/22/2015 5:49:00 PM such lovely description - the final stanza is awesome - deep and sad imagery for winter -November and her children - oh how clever:-) hugs jan xx 7 xx Login to Reply Glory Winzer Date: 4/22/2015 5:56:00 PM Thank you. : )