November comes, we wish to stay its spell
Of falling leaves and frosty morns as well.
Velvet snows of winter cloak the ground,
Erasing summer’s colors and its sounds.
Methinks this time before the Christmas tide
Brings winter’s winds and drives us all inside,
E’en as we give our thanks and eat our fill,
Rejoicing as the fire fights outside’s chill.








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