November

November 1, 2017

When November comes
And the wind chills
Bones rattle
And leaves crunch
When November comes
The air drops
Breath be seen
The planet slows
Becomes Serene
When November comes
The wishing wells
Solidify
Trapping dreams
Of summer and fall
Not to be discovered
Until Spring again.

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