November's nuance
Neither summer nor winter
It's weather makes for a fickle friend
A glimpse of sun through the rainbow's end
A chill in the air
Arise to sunshine
Glinting temptation through curtains
But before breakfast is hurriedly taken
A torrent of rain pelting and breaking
The stems of summer blooms
Brushing fallen leaves
Raises the wrath of the autumn wind
Tearing through oak and sycamore
Their autumn foliage left on the floor
Branches bare
And then a cruel reminder
Breeze dropped, clouds banished, a blue sky
A milky sun brings a warm caress
A brief interlude, the balance redressed
November's nuance
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