The Spirit of November
From where I sat, she entered
not with a sunny day but as
one calm and quiet, smitten
with the threat of rain.
Mid Fall is a friend to all
and not a stranger to any.
She brings comfort to many
and a harvest for the world.
She believes in celebration
and delights in festivities.
She's a promoter of family,
inspiring travelers to dine
with family members from near
and far. She spends her time
creating and preparing for a
universal spirit of thankfulness.
If by chance you are among the ungrateful
and have desires of dining at November's
thanksgiving table, I'd perish that thought
if I were you. That's because November
is very passionate about the assignment
that her Master has given, and she has
neither patience nor space for any with
an attitude of ingratitude.
110122PS, November Contest. Regina McIntosh
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
