November
Inaugurated by colors of autumn
and closed with flurries of snow,
on the calendar, it reigns as queen.
Frost is its silver companion,
transforming nature—
signaling transition and rest.
Roots withhold nutrients
and petals fall next to leaves,
to be swept away by northern winds.
Farmer’s fields lay bare
following harvest,
prepared for winter’s blanket.
Hearts, filled with gratitude,
overflow with expressions
reserved for this special month.
November’s glory introduces
a holiday season endowing society
with generosity and love.
by Gerald E. Greene
Copyright 2018, All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Gerald Greene | Year Posted 2018
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