I believe

taking care not to slip

I overstride the bottom stair

of November and keen my ear

as the fates murmur their annual

carol of hope wishes and dreams

for the arrival of a white Christmas,

a passive glance to the pathetic

stinging drizzle outside augers

treacherously long odds

albeit much can happen in a month,

early decorations have already

begun to blossom like gaudy...

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