November Quatrain
In the morning when frost falls upon the autumn flower
and the clocks are all turned back casting shadow on an hour,
it’s November once again with a quiet footstep rain
bringing memories so bittersweet of happiness and gain.
With cornucopia of spirit, we are the bountiful of heart
golden brown of wonder with no harvesting of wrought.
Thankfulness, a specialty that gathers others nigh
a time to stop and just look over life below the sky.
A quiet month of nature’s dying gracefully with ease
As branches shed their clothes in the Oak and Maple trees
But in the Southern Hemisphere the Spring is in the air
Which goes to show November has variety to share.
Rejoice in every time of year, month, day and season
Life on Earth each day we live is such a basic reason
There is a beauty in each month; November not left out
A time of contemplative mood with lots to think about.
11/30/2021
November or December Quatrain
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2021
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