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November days will lead to Winter's prize,
and now, when we awake on colder days,
we know that Fall is planning her goodbyes
as snowy days ahead prepare displays.
The trees, half bare of red-gold-orange shawls,
let rustic browns of branches rule the scene,
until the snow wraps them with ermine falls
that cling and drape with whiteness so pristine.
November brings a time we celebrate
with joyous feasts of food and drink, good cheer.
With family and friends, stay close, relate;
Thanksgiving Day, we honor and revere.
November soon will pass; with her demise,
December comes with end-of-year goodbyes.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Premiere Contest No. 365
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: November 19, 2017
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2017
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