November Snow Poem by Bryan Taplits

It doesn't bite but it does nip
The snows of cold November,
It wasn't ever so when I was young
At least so far as I remember.
These days, no ice is formed-
or at least if so-
the next day's sun melts its snowy garb,
with a few skidding marks that lurks and turns-
Mimicking the acrobatic skills of the car.
While in December through March winds
blow so, like the winds in some horror story,
November blasts are like that-but have class-
A modicum of fluff but no flurries.
Thus, November foretells the snow-like quilts
of the coming winter months,
But November-in itself-is just a droll elf
with an augur-and elvin smile-
of winter's more perilous wants.