O November, you are one of the twelve stepping stones in a year, created as an element in
the cycle of time.
Without you Thanksgiving and a transition to colder days would be absent.
Without you that one day every year on which I age, would never occur.
We are people, speaking to the world of your importance and of the essential role you play
I ask you to come around at least once a year, and not to be late.
I promise to make your presence quite pleasant and worthwhile, for I will celebrate each day
of your being here to the fullest extent.