November Chill
Rain gently fell upon the snow
the white crisp flakes slowly melted
under the warmer droplets
grass that had turned brown
restored to some of it's former green
while the wet leaves clung
onto the bottom of the shoe
the dull grey skies hung low
making it feel like a dreary day
the cold November chill
permeated through the bones
only a prequel to the harshness
of the upcoming winter season
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2022
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