A blizzard of wet leaves

Wind-stripped from the bent trees

Sheets of freezing cold rain

Fall again and again

And under dull grey skies

Not one single bird flies.

On a wet autumn day

Such as this we should stay

In the warmth of our homes

Take the chill from our bones

And simply remember

It is only November.

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