November

004

Novembers’ begun

with the clouds and sun

and wind.

Coldness fills the air;

days no longer fair

but grim.

Thanksgiving will come

inviting everyone

to join

in fellowship sweet

and a turkey feast

event.

November will end;

December begins

again.

Each season its’ time;

that’s the ruling rhyme,

my friend.

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