Cold air came around Thanksgiving
when people are busy preparing.
Precipitation loomed above,
and then the snow filled the air, gently falling.
People grabbed hat, coat and glove
and wiped their cars before they drove.
The snow made the holiday look Christmasy,—
white like feathers of a dove.
November, here we are, and we
have seen the year gradually
fulfill time,— long, lived.
November, here we are and we
have seen the year lived.
Cold air came around Thanksgiving
with easiness and easy drift.
The windows closed, still chill adrift.
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