Cold rain falls and hard winds blow
No, no, November, no, no.
Heavy clouds that threaten snow
No, no, November, no, no.
Plants and trees no longer grow
No, no, November, no, no.
All the fields lie fallow
No, no, November, no, no.
Cold sets faces all aglow
No, no, November, no, no.
Chills each finger and each toe
No, no, November, no, no.
Autumn soon we will see go
No, no, November, no, no.
Winter waits her face to show
No, no, November, no, no.
Cold rain falls, there’s talk of snow
No, no, November, no, no.
But should our spirits be low?
No, no, November, no, no.
Eleanor Swift-Hook
Just speaking for myself, I’m ready for April.
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