ADYNATON

The moon was not bright

She was hiding in shame

And the cloud cluttered up

To protect her cold flame

In November, the cold

Crept up fast than ever

And the dark was her follower

Who thought he was clever

But the moon felt alone

Since the sun was asleep

His white light still shone

But his warmth, it was cheap

He was fading out quick

“I’ll lose him!” she thought

And this was all that the cold

Of November ever taught

But the moon never learned

As it happened every year

She just shivered in sadeness

And shed a frozen tear