November
She turns
muddy gray and pours tears from her eyes,
Her
perpetual frown darkens clouds in the sky.
Crumpled
leaves litter the ground
Turning
reds and yellows to crackling brown.
She blows
the trees until they are bare
And
sprinkles snow dust in mid air.
Frosting
greens with morning dew,
November
takes a nip or two.
Her
fading light brings day to close
Too
quickly now in sweet repose.
Just for
fun she brushes a misty shroud
And wipes
it away by laughing aloud.
Her final
flourish sends frosty chills
White wet
snow blankets valleys and hills.
Billowing
dark clouds waft in heaving splendor
When
November exits to snowy December.
11/10/2015
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