November

November, November,
It's early November!
These are the times
That we will remember.

As memories come,
And memories go:
The times that are fast,
The times that are slow.

But winter's soon here,
And it'll be December.
Its fingers are icy,
Chilly, and slender.

Its fingers will grasp
And strip any bough,
But winter is later,
And autumn is now.