November

November arrives and with it a crispness to the air
that heightens the senses
as winter begins to takes it hold.
No more fair buttercup to raise her head,
fair lamb to dance freely,
nor the sound of willow on leather to fill our parks.
No, none shall return
till the stillness of these dark months
have woven their ancient magic again,
and these spells of sleep are once more worn away.


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