Bold trees proclaim November news;
Ma Nature frames impressive views.
Autumn colors achieve their prime
while weather shifts to cooler clime.
Service of veterans we cheer;
election rules the atmosphere.
Voters each year are asked to choose;
Winners glean payment for their dues.
Who can predict ahead of time?
No one can trace the paradigm.
Candidates jeer while campaigns smear;
November comes and goes each year.
The month ends and events enthuse;
my hardened heart revives its muse
in praise for health and wealth sublime.
Thanks be to God as church bells chime;
grace and gratitude reappear.
With winter snows, can peace draw near?
October 29, 2020
for November Lay contest, William Kekaula
I used HMS and Rhyme Zone
Nothing further can be said.
No more shall now be spoken
from dispassion's distant bed.
Nothing further can be said,
as such deals are, by the dead,
struck mute. So even broken,
nothing further can be said.
No more shall now be spoken.