sending howling winds through the trees so that the leaves are left clinging, with a tenuous hold, to their short lives
before being strewn across the concrete like yesterday's news
coating the cars with an unwanted dusting of snow
that leaves us shivering and hurrying to our closets to pull out winter coats and boots much too soon. as if Mother Nature is laughing at us, and we are left wondering if we are alone in not understanding the joke.
yes, if November roars in like an angry lion bringing winter, too early, and unwelcome, then it must mean that by February winter will have spent her fury and February will frolic in like a lamb.
That's my theory and I'm sticking too it.