Punishing November

There is no denying November can be cruel Stealing back an hour of sunlight As if my days already not dark enough My nights too long in longing With winds that loudly scream your name And gales that blow each memories back To curl up in hurdled bundles by the gate that never closes With the crumbled dead or dying leaves They too, shaken and felled From where once they fluttered in Summer No excuses made by November No explanations or advice Of how to brave the coming frost In layered fashions To hide my fragile form Even the hardened ground Reminds me how uncomfortable it is To walk away from you A chill I think I'll not survive