November


Now we see the signs of winter
Overcast the skies become
Veiled in fog, the raindrops whisper
Echoing the thunder's drum
Merging into cold, sharp wind gusts
Burning heat of summer leaves
Ending days of autumn falldust
Reaching winter's snowy eaves.

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