Monday, November 16, 2015

November

The last remnants of summer
Burn gently away



A mild breeze descends on trees
And helps them to sway



It's time once again
To enjoy the last of the sun



And ready ourselves 
For the winter to come



But until that time comes
We have a blessing in disguise



Leaves turn reddish in color
The sun in splendor sets, and in glory does rise



Autumn in it's beauty
It's nature's middle way



Contrasting the abundance of summer
And a cold winter's day 



— unknown

November in glorious splendor. What a wonder to behold!


Christine