November

By Ruby Archer

Our twilight month November is,
The evening of the year.
The brilliant summer noontide left
A pallor soft and clear.

Dame Winter brings with quiet grace
Her curtains all of snow,
And pins them deftly into place
With boughs of mistletoe.

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