November's Song

This poem is November’s song. golden month of thirty days long with daylight hours that fade at dusk colors bright of orange and rust. Most human hearts are filled with glee another Thanksgiving to see November’s snow is new and bright Through its flakes peek December light, a hope for all the human race with footsteps in the snow to trace a frost upon the fallen leaves white blanket for the naked trees. Old friends return unto the fold with kitchens full of love so bold smoke rising from a well-cooked bird a sudden burst of laughter heard air that’s filled with pumpkin and spice helps make a festive scene so nice. This keepsake time is always dear with smiling yuletide standing near. The barns with wheat and corn abound and cornucopia astound, Truly, truly a month to prize with beauty set before the eyes. 11/22/20 Lay November Poetry Contest Sponsored by: William Kekaula How Many Syllables