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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