November's Gifts
Ten swift turns of the calendar's pages bring me to November,
when autumn breezes sweep clinging leaves from their trees.
They lie in heaps on the ground, carpets of crimson and gold.
Misty rain falls from cloudy skies as squirrels quickstep to collect
their winter meals, never minding if their furry coats get wet.
High above the bared branches of a maple stand, swallows fly.
With wings aflutter they swoop, headed for a warmer clime.
November's sun shines more softly now, casting an amber glow
over fields ripe for harvest before the chill of season's first frost.
Apples are ripe for picking. I'll be baking pies, brewing cider,
and soon I'll be finding my way through a corn maize at the fair.
November offers herself as a picturesque palette to artists.
Sonnets are written about the dance of leaves, waltzing in the air.
With sable brush, painters capture the beauty of her reflections.
Lyrical tunes are joyfully sung in autumn's season of giving thanks.
On quiet nights, I smile at the stars and in whispered breath I pray,
"I'm grateful for November nights you bestow on Earth, Father."
It's a colorful month when taking walks exposes Nature's beauty,
and subtle winds whistle swirling songs as they rush through trees.
The scent of sage is laced with cinnamon on tables laden with feasts.
Chrysanthemums bloom in colorful array and pines drop their cones.
I'm enchanted with November's gifts, hoping this one will be gentle.
We are blessed with a month that offers respite from summer heat,
and serves as a calm transition before winter's harsh hands arrive.
November 6, 2022 ~ November Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gina McIntosh
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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