I do remember November... <br />It's cool, sharp call, <br />The cool breeze had all but disappeared, <br />But the wind, it came, upon us all. <br /> <br />Bundled up with our ascots... <br />Leather gloves for our hands, <br />Long woolen leggings to keep them warm, <br />And fur lined suede boots, on which to stand. <br /> <br />A flurry or two is cast for the morrow... <br />With winds gusting, to perhaps thirty-five, <br />Wind chill factor of fifteen, <br />With a temperature, thatr could freeze a cows hide. <br /> <br />Ice cicle formations begin to dangle... <br />Hanging as decorations from midnight eaves, <br />The roof believes that they are ornaments, <br />For at christmas time, they are well received. <br /> <br />The sidewalks are a dangerous peril... <br />As the black ice, begins to form, <br />One mistep, without good balance, <br />And a broken hip, could be borne! <br /> <br />Enough, i say enough... <br />Of this folly, of ice winter chill, <br />Pass it along to some balmy tropic isle, <br />Because of this frost, we've had our fill. <br /> <br />Premature Winters always trouble... <br />Coming too early, and lasting, way too long, <br />Never giving Fall a chance to shine her Orange, <br />Or give a break, for an early, Spring Bird Song!<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-november/
