The winds of November have come again,
And the skies are gray and darkening.
The Winter wolf howls a familiar refrain
And now the wild geese are hearkening.
All the verdant greens of summer are gone
And the kiss of Autumn now has a bite.
The wind in the trees plays a lonely song
Through the bare branches in cold moonlight.
The sounds of the night are quieting now
As the living land readies for sleep.
The song of the woods is stilled all around
And the silence of the forest grows deep.
The carpet of red and gold turns to brown
As the last fallen leaves fade away.
Now the earth puts on a darkened gray gown
And waits for the White Princess to wake.