November winds begin to blow
Leaves are falling just like snow
Oak leaves crunch beneath my feet
But the Maple ones are soft and meek
The sky is cloudy, and the day is gray
The southbound birds have flown away
Cattails no longer velvet, but woolly and full
And the thistles too have paid a toll
The world stands braced for the days ahead
A long cold winter, which we all dread
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Just in ten lines you have beautifully portrayed the November day. While reading the poem, I began to feel the chill of the approaching Winter even on a hot Summer day here. Nice poem. Loved the rhyme too.10/10.