What dreariness meets the weary eye,
As November discreetly descends,
Its watered sun, drags across the sky,
Trying its best, to make amends.

Naked trees, seem to stand in sadness,
Stark, abandoned, by their dying leaves,
Autumn’s colours, lie drab and lifeless,
Their golden flames… just distant dreams.

The slanting rain, gloomily falling,
Behind its curtain, the sun forlorn,
Miserable birds, cold, not calling,
Silently shiver, through the dreadful morn.

A misty dampness, bleak and clinging,
Across the landscape, silently steals,
This cloak of misery, unforgiving,
Embraces the forests, hills and fields.

Come you winter! with your cape of snow,
Your icy frosts and sparkling rays,
Forsake this dreadful month…let go!
Release us, from these sombre days.