Cold November Poem by Gayle Sweeney

On top of the morning grass frost is glazed
As cheery orange pumpkins sit amazed.
My fraises des bois from summer still are green!
I opened the door to this autumn scene.

It was good to see the orange grinnin'
By the mums on the Halloween pumpkins.
How beautiful is November's stardust -
And a joy bright colors remembered us!

For November can have some dreary days
When sunny autumn leaves no longer play.
Thanksgiving though is around the corner -
Our country's quest is then greatly honored.

Turkeys carved and from the bogs cranberries -
Red like holly berries makes me merry.
We blossom with many sacred blessings
And gladly celebrate our traditions.