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.
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