November arrives with glorious color,
splendor in the leaves on trees.
The colors that began to flame in October are finally brilliant, vibrant
when November comes calling.
There are days of balmy temperatures and warm breezes.
November is saying come and play,
dance with me when the wind blows.
Look at me, the Wish Tree wishes children hung are still there.
Early November evenings are often brilliant, too.
Sunsets are as vibrant as leaves.
They make us stop and look.
November comes in like a lamb, an exuberant child.
November goes out like a lion, blowing away everything in its path.
The leaves are gone. Only the wishes on the Wish Tree remain.
Late November sunsets are pink and warm,
as if they want people to feel the same way, with winter ahead.
November is full of change.
Tonight we got “the call”,
our granddog crossed the rainbow bridge.
We’re in the car headed to see him and his family for Thanksgiving.
Yes, I know…
As soon as we finished the phone conversation
we rounded a bend in the road,
and this is what we saw:
Thank you, November. We needed that.