"Ice of November"

The trees of the forest

Are coated with glass

The ice of November

Has buried the grass

Descending with anger

It covers your path

For winters arrived with

Impatience and wrath

The storms of December

Are lurking ahead

And each day that passes

Means one less to dread

Temperatures plummet

The warmth's left the land

The start of the new year

Is now close at hand

January's presence

Is outside the door

With cold so unpleasant

That you've felt before

So cover the windows

Then turn up the heat

And taste of the winter

Now placed at your feet

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- I drag this one out again as the winter season is back and all the ice and snow that accompanies it -