NOVEMBER

November is neither
Here nor there
But somewhere in between
Autumn
and
Winter.

When the year’s first snow
Falls on a November day,
While a few ruddy gold leaves
Still cling to the branches,

November is
Autumn and Winter
At the
same time.

Neither Pagan
Nor Christian,
November is content
To offer
Quiet Thanksgiving
Simply
for
Being.

Often overlooked,
Lost between
Radiant days of
Autumn glory
And
Winter’s hush,
November is neither
Here nor there.

Just somewhere in between

I was born in November
I am November’s child
I, too, am neither
Here
Nor
There.

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