Come November
Now comes November's chill and gale,
when northern winds must oft' prevail.
We feel its frost and sense the spurn
as seasons yield to winter's turn.
How long until the first deep snow,
when ice encrusts the river's flow?
On each clear night the chill runs deep,
while cold stars watch each family keep.
A dormant season soon will cast
its shadow on green mem'ries past.
This month of gray and in-between
still has a gilded, silver sheen.
Thanksgiving's grace will soon bestow
its warmth so grateful hearts may glow.
November brings a wintry blast,
and ends with Holiday repast!
Come November
11-5-14
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