COME NOVEMBERThe leaves have fallen on the ground
And the raking has begun.
The children frolic in the heaps
Enjoying the midday sun.
There is a slight chill in the air
A warning that winter is near.
The days are getting shorter
As autumn will disappear.
The woods are appearing barren,
And the birds migrate from the north.
Nature is slowly changing
As a new season comes forth.
Preparations for Thanksgiving
And an abundance of food.
It’s a time for counting blessings
And sharing the holiday mood.
November brings forth transitions,
And its beauty can still be found
On the farms and countryside
Where the season’s sights abound.
Author: © Barbara J. Schaller
As autumn will disappear.
The woods are appearing barren,
And the birds migrate from the north.
Nature is slowly changing
As a new season comes forth.
Preparations for Thanksgiving
And an abundance of food.
It’s a time for counting blessings
And sharing the holiday mood.
November brings forth transitions,
And its beauty can still be found
On the farms and countryside
Where the season’s sights abound.
Author: © Barbara J. Schaller
























