Winter November Poems

November

November, the beginning of the month, autumn is still shining and waving
A low ray of light breathes hope and gives warmth
It's cold, an invisible frost...

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November, December
The coals are burning bright
Remember that ember
A beacon in the night

Frosty blue
A tranquil hue
From crystal sky to sea
The colors true
In drops of dew
That glitter...

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Desert Carnival
Yoga Phenomenal
Camel Fair
Valor Prayer
Harvest Festivals
Sea Surfing Technicals…
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Winter starts
With ice, fine arts
Sunshine days blaze
With atmospheric haze...
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Rainbow-colors poured
On earth-sky canvas as an accord
All five elements glitter.
As...

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  What is November but October's leaving 
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They fall gently as of softly fallen snow.  Then lay upon the solemn earth for a time, until winds pick them up and let...

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Most of us should know that the fourth Thursday,
is called a Thanksgiving Day celebration.
The first Tuesday after the first Monday,
we elect the leaders of our...

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A wind, sharp and cold
Leaves the trees shaven,
Of such colors bold
Yet, in my mind are graven

Come November days
Less sunlight remains, 
Where it stayed and plays
Filtering,...

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           hum 
         of wind 
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fall 
cool nights 
nice warm days 
hot chocolate 
warm baked apple pies 
colorful leaves 
cuddling up 
kisses 
fun ...

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Frost
Glistens
Over lawns,
Leaving imprints
November blessings
Promising hope
Leisurely 
Stirring
Fall

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Leaves glitter quietly, serene and slumbering,
Beneath the frost’s quick breath.
Amber, gold and mahogany – crisp as the voice of winter
Shadowed by trembling winds of December,
Hopeful...

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Remember November, the start of Winter,
The slow coming through the cold—
Where the pure its celestial gift see 
A bare, broken essence that is timeless, old.

The...

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Frost's
scruples
left behind
for the after
veil— where the sun unsheathes a morning sword

as the natural winter on grass gleams—
its evidence
of the gift
to still
melt....

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