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In November when the wind and cold come a creeping,

Mercilessly sliding into winter/never missing a beat

Making hands and feet /cold like stone

Warms mugs of cocoa and hot apple cider

Salute the arrival of autumn weather

As leaves depart from trees in layers falling deep on the ground

Becoming a soft comfortable carpet underfoot

Muting a tiny bit/ the sound of children playing around

Raking piles of leaves/then throwing them up and down

To settle once more

When the mist and fog roll in

Their little necks protected by the layers of multiple garments

A bid by parents to insulate from the dreadful cold.

 

By Joszann St.John

 

 

 

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