November

The nights are coming earlier and the days are growing shorter. The frost is on the ground and bees cannot be found. The warm days are all but done, rain, maybe snow has begun. The trees stand stark almost bare, you rake dead leaves in the cool crisp air. Time for the Earth to shutdown, until Spring comes back around. Now, begins the football season and remember to vote with wisdom. Also time to honor the Veterans and all the tribes of the Native Americans. Then, settle down to a Thanksgiving feast, remembering to praise God at the least. That I have to post this upsets me: My poems are copyright. I am sharing my poems for you to read not for you to post willy-nilly to a website, in your newsletter or anywhere else with out my permission. I am available, leave me a message. Especially to those who change the name of my poem and not give proper credit. You should be ashamed!