End of November
November comes to a whimpering close
No harangues of wind or blustery snows,
Rather hopefully I watch as autumn goes
Thinking of wreaths and Christmas bows
The airwaves are filled with holiday shows
Elves are on the shelves, everyone knows,
Holiday parties where hard liquor flows
Reminds me I forgot to wind up the hose
But Mama has brought out heavier throws,
The yard is through with its seasonal mows
November sees the last of the pink rose,
And heavy socks now cover my chilly toes.
written November 28, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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