‘Days of November’
The windy days of November,
Blew the autumn leaves,
Trees left bleak and black,
The dying grasslands of the dales,
Long, dreary days of pouring rain,
Biting winds chasing me.
Sheep stood huddled,
Next to limestone walls,
Wind howling,
Rain falling in torrents,
Dripping down my neck.
Days so dark,
Nights so long,
Low clouds clung to the sky,
The winter months,
So near to the fields,
Crystals of white,
Snow covering like a blanket,
Waiting for the early months,
Of spring to emerge.
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