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Sweet November

It is silence – It is grace It is beauty and gentle thanks It is joy and it is light – It is healing With the promise of a smile It is memories – whispering hope It is mystery, precious prayers and praise It is inspirational and it stirs the heart Brings about change, wisdom Revealing the glory of love’s exultation It is serenity and faith – awakening Feelings so alive, so startling Glowing with the moon, sighing Wonders so magnificent, inviting Butterfly kisses, lovely wishes It is laughter – it is heartwarming It is a song, harmony so tender It is music that grows deep within Promising gladness, rejoicing abiding Breathless sunrises, forever sighing It is rainfall, dewdrops – moist Words providing sincerity, genuine Peace that colors the mind In rays of lavender highs, amber Glowing like the flavor of kindness It is a moment, prepared by the heart Who knows that November Bids farewell to Autumn’s touch Releasing the earth to the inaugural Beginnings of flurries, icicles glimmering It is alive – a fire inside Reminding the soul why Even Winter can be gracious With its shadows and echoes Its arrangements with cold weather It is November – when I surrender To the beckoning of frosty dawn The detachment of the cold The wintery, wearisome charms Thanksgiving inspires the thoughts To remember and to invite Thanks for the many blessings we share Blessings so pure and so rare Blessings of love and sweet prayer Blessings, bountiful and plenteous Blessings like the many flavors Love inspired by all the stars of heaven Happy Thanksgiving this November And every day - blessings – eternally, forever!
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November 1, 2022 at 12:55 PM
wow, someone really loves November. I guess it's better than a few other months I can think of and for some Americans, Thanksgiving is their favorite holiday. I love it for Thanksgiving, but I do not like the weather getting colder. Just beautiful, Gina.
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