When November's Here

Fridgid: Cold.
Somber: Sad.
Crisp: Firm and fresh; not soft and wilted.
Still: Not moving.
Poppy: A red flower with a black center.

When November's here,
Fridgid wind is near.
The somber bird cries,
When the summer heat dies.
While the still earth waites,
The poppies meet their sad fate.
The misty air swirls around,
Throwing crisp leaves on the ground.
When November's here,
Do not fear.