November Poem by Richard Lackman

As long as I live I will always remember
The dark dreary desolate days of November
With lengthening nights and a chill in the air
And a strong wind that warns everyone to prepare
For the winter ahead with its deadening cold
As the harshest of seasons again is foretold

No more are the bright reds and yellows of fall
Replaced by the winds of an oncoming squall
Which darkens the scenery already gray
And devoid of the song of a robin or jay
While in the still forest stark shadows appear
As the weather increasingly turns more severe

So beware all you travelers; heed my advice
Lest the winds of November extract their dear price
As they grow ever stronger a war they do wage
With the power to blow all the words off this page
So retreat to your homes and preserve the last embers
As soon will begin the cold month of December