Some Words to Introduce Our Theme. . .
November is an in-between time, but not without importance and value. It has its own special beauty and function for us, as a transition to our most beloved and sacred festivals: Thanksgiving and Christmas. What would our year be without, as Riley has described, "the frost... on the punkin" and "the fodder... on the shock."
A Special Poem for You. . .
NOVEMBER IS HERE
November is here!
The air is chill -
And frost and snow make their appearance once again.
Summer gardens are but a memory,
And we must settle for frost on fallow fields.
But just the same -
There's something expectant in the air!
And it isn't just the crisp chill against the cheek,
But the sense that the season is changing.
Winter is coming . . .
And she is not without her charms.
White blankets of snow have austere simplicity
As brave snow birds chirp and hop about
when the sun shines.
And when the sun goes down
The smell of wood fires fill the air,
And warm interiors fill
with smells of bread and hearty winter fare.
And not far behind is Thanksgiving,
Which leads us on towards Christmas.
November is the time which harkens to these,
Our two great festivals of thankfulness and love
-Michael D. Purvis © 2001
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