November

November Cool winds turn cold as the winds stir from the north The sun, the life giving star, heats the tropics so far to the south Its warmth a distant memory to the lands that it deserted Long forgotten greens of summer turn into the color of a raging fire The fire dies and leafs that lived in the summer sun die and fall to the ground The white silky clouds turn black and heavy carrying moisture from the open waters The mighty lakes of the north turn violent under the fading yellow sun Fighting the winds and the certainty of the fingers of the north freezing them Rain turns to ice storm and them into the snow that children love Mother Nature makes her changes as the speed of life slows Baby animals, now grown, leave their family to explore their new world Some settle down for a sleep that will protect for the three months of bitter cold Others travel to the lands of their ancestors where the climate never changes No one tells them to make such a journey It is just the cycle of life that protects them and their young But all the ice, the snow and the suffering will end For it is November and November is a month of change The changes will last until the spring when live starts anew The ice and snow will melt and food will be plentiful Green with once again color the trees, grass and shrubs The animals who were babies in the fall return with babies of their own The lakes thaw and calm in the spring’s gentle breezes Life will return to normal at least until the winds of November return But, at least for now, that is a world away in another time And it is no longer remembered