It's November batten down the hatches,
slippery roads in slick ice patches.
Tree's are barren devoid of leaf,
nature's falling fast in a deep sleep.
Thanksgiving's feast celebrates bounty,
folks give thanks in towns and county.
For that which nature and the Lord bestowed,
in golden fields of grains they've sowed.
Colder crisp winds blow from the north,
sweaters worn but itchy woolen coarse.
Home hearths blazing red hot fires,
creature comforts indoors transpire.
Hot cups of coco sweet give pause,
Christmas list started for Santa Claus.
Soon snow will create a soft white palette,
blanketing rooftops creating winter palace.
Yes sweet Autumn's gone till another day,
but it won't be long till Spring's on it's way.
~~~~Suseann~~~~
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Adding your comment:
Brrrrr, suseann. This piece made me cold 
So you see it was so well written that I felt Old Man Winter's bitter chill. I need some of that hot cocoa you mentioned now. My favorite line is "nature's falling fast in a deep sleep". That was very visual suseann. I love that line! 
Best of luck to you in the contest. Much 
and Respect Brenda
It reminds me of walking in the cold, when our steps are quicker, as if trying to outwit the chilly winds.
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