November 16 Poem

Meet me in the forest among the leaves;

come before this storm breaks,

we’ll hide down under the trees.

The weather has finally arrived,

pushing out this unseasonable heat.

Heavy ashen clouds hang across

the sky and the smell of snow lingers

in the crisp night air, with no sign

of that once bright moon.

 

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