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November

She turns muddy gray and pours tears from her eyes,
Her perpetual frown darkens clouds in the sky.
Crumpled leaves litter the ground
Turning reds and yellows to crackling brown.

She blows the trees until they are bare
And sprinkles snow dust in mid air.
Frosting greens with morning dew,
November takes a nip or two.

Her fading light brings day to close
Too quickly now in sweet repose.
Just for fun she brushes a misty shroud
And wipes it away by laughing aloud.

Her final flourish sends frosty chills
White wet snow blankets valleys and hills.
Billowing dark clouds waft in heaving splendor
When November exits to snowy December.

11/10/2015
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