Musings On This November Day
A pall hangs over all today; the air is chill.
A dreary gloom descended before the day began!
It snowed the day before, and big branches
split off from two of our prized trees.
Was the snow so burdensome for them?
It was not so huge a snowfall
to warrant this small destruction of our trees.
My burdens too are not all that heavy
as those when in the past, life brought bigger storms to me.
And so I need to think of what is good . . .
November still holds remnants of bright October’s days
as her leaves are still dancing on November's streets.
I’m comfy in my bedroom writing poetry,
sneaking glances at my kitty cats.
My husband is a bit unwell, but in the autumn of our lives,
November holds the meaning of hope still glimmering
before the winter tries to take it toll.
The days of gray at time are sparked
by sunny azure skies - those pleasant reminders
that even midst our hardships, some brightness can peek through.
Before November’ cloak unfolds completely
and she melts away with snow into December,
we offer up our Thanks to God, many all together -
and I especially do so with gratitude
for life’s necessities I’ve been provided
and for all the other simple joyful things, but best of all -
my friends and family.
Nov. 5, 2022
For the November Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
submitted Dec. 28, 2022 for Brian Strand's A Freed Verse Poetry Contest
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