November Recalls

The seconds ran fast as did the minutes which never seemed to last. And the hours took wings as if racing to the finish to beat the last bell-ring. The days flew by like jet planes, leaving trails to capture the memories. The Winter months were cold but never grew old. When young, I captured the memories that arrested me the most. I shut out the others, refusing all that would render me toast. From decades past, those 'November Recalls' caused me to smile. The Spring season delights in bringing resurrection, And the Summer beckons for 'breaks, escapes, and timeouts'. And then comes November, following September and October. November says to me in gentle tones, "Enjoy your fruits of labor. Time and toil throughout the year have swept you off your feet; But I have now arrived that you may rise to festive and merry times". "I have slowed the pace to reflect upon the year's race. For the most part, a year that has embraced and favored you. I offer you peace and poise; hope in anticipation of 2023". 110822PSCtest, A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE. Brian Strand