<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366280" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hard Hearted November</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cold grey mist…<br>Tiptoes aimlessly about<br>It's only companions<br>A few scudding clouds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That mill thru the sky<br>And wander without<br>And cast shadows <br>Upon farm fields and wilds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tis the hard heart of November<br>A month as indecisive as mist<br>A month so incisive….bestowed <br>with the caprice of a witch</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which has by mistake<br>Or perhaps by misgiving<br>Allowed to endow us<br>The day of Thanksgiving</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And once realized<br>That a mistake has been made<br>Takes a cold vow<br>That this won't be forgiven</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So it beckons to December<br>In a voice chill and shrill<br>And bades it remember<br>And sure December will…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give ear to November's<br>Entreaty so bold…<br>That December not delay<br>To bring on the cold</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then reclines November<br>In supine repose<br>Gives carte blanche to Jack Frost<br>To nip anyone's nose</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pulls up blanket of mist<br>Lies down her head<br>Then cooly welcomes December<br>…Into her bed…<br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Whalen">David Whalen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366280" data-title="Hard Hearted November de David Whalen" data-description="A cold grey mist… Tiptoes aimlessly about It's only companions A few scudding clouds That mill thru the sky And wander without And cast shadows Upon farm fields and wilds Tis the hard heart of November A month as indecisive as mist A month so..."></div> </div> </div>

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