November Wears a Paisley Shawl

November wears a paisley shawl

To keep her sagging shoulders warm.

Her bonnets decked with rusty flowers,

An apple basket's on her arm,

And with a dusty rustly sound

Her wide skirts sweep along the ground.

She trudges up the sunset hills,

In spite of winds a-blowing,

To seek a shelter on beyond-

She must know where she's going-

For wrapped in Paisley red and brown,

She rustles, rustles through the town.

-Hilda Morris