There is no denying
November can be cruel
Stealing back an hour of sunlight
As if my days already not dark enough
My nights too long in longing
With winds that loudly scream your name
And gales that blow each memories back
To curl up in hurdled bundles
by the gate that never closes
With the crumbled dead or dying leaves
They too, shaken and felled
From where once they fluttered in Summer
No excuses made by November
No explanations or advice
Of how to brave the coming frost
In layered fashions
To hide my fragile form
Even the hardened ground
Reminds me how uncomfortable it is
To walk away from you
A chill I think I’ll not survive
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