November winds blow harshly Across the frozen ground Preparing for December snows That soon will come around. The trees stand barren against the sky Stripped by autumn's chill November stands so tall and cool Her hours pass so still. Crispy mornings, frost filled nights The winter sun hangs low The blue bird sings in quieter tones As bitter north winds blow. Blow if you must November winds And let your fury swirl Spread your arms out far and wide Let nature's wrath unfurl. Just because the earth is bare and gray You needn't be so glum You've chilled the air for winter wear And snow will surely come. ©Marilyn Ferguson 1987 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Mail Website

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