~IT IS NOVEMBER~ A Poem written in the QUIET TIME by Carla-Rae

                                               ‘IT IS NOVEMBER’ ~

                                             A POEM By Carla-Rae

November prepares for winter’s arrival,

With all the provision for its survival.

Chimney smoke in the air hangs thick.

Wood Gatherer’s pace become hurried and quick.

The chill in the air in the days of November

Pronounce the weather to come in the halls of December.

Preparation is made, food and fuel are in store,

For festivities to come, through the winter and more.

Wait, may we not get ahead of ourselves at this moment.

Instead, may we embrace all of November’s enjoyment?

Soon enough, we’ll make merry at December’s brisk call.

For now, it is November, let us be thankful after all.