November Poem by Alesia Leach
November
The nights are coming earlier
and the days are growing shorter.
The frost is on the ground
and bees cannot be found.
The warm days are all but done,
rain, maybe snow has begun.
The trees stand stark almost bare,
you rake dead leaves in the cool crisp air.
Time for the Earth to shutdown,
until Spring comes back around.
Now, begins the football season
and remember to vote with wisdom.
Also time to honor the Veterans
and all the tribes of the Native Americans.
Then, settle down to a Thanksgiving feast,
remembering to praise God at the least.
That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!
Then, settle down to a Thanksgiving feast, remembering to praise God at the least. An excellent poem on November and things pertaining to this season.Well written.I enjoyed it. Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
A Beautiful poem welcoming November, where days and nights are changing, winter is welcoming snow. A beautiful imagery of words describing the winter season. Very true said in few lines...... Also time to honor the Veterans and all the tribes of the Native Americans. Then, settle down to a Thanksgiving feast, remembering to praise God at the least. Beautiful presentation. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing with us.
it is a heart whelming salvation. November has something to do in one part of our existence. before December comes up..
A beautiful poem on movements - November or autumn - beautiful description and informative too like bees they don't buzz, tree they are nude changing the attire and nature is busy preparing for spring and finally award ceremony which is being celebrated there where poet is concerned.. a nice poem :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The trees stand stark almost bare, you rake dead leaves in the cool crisp air. November with the onset of winter is the time for the Earth to 'shut down' and makes the trees stand bare until spring arrives ! The days become shorter and it is also the month of thanksgiving when we raise our hearts to God and all those who blessed us during the year with their love and kindness! A beautiful poem!