There is this month which gave good memories
It brings hope, joy and consolation
And expectations grow when the month arrives
The moments are like mixed gold dusts
Falling from eyes, distorted, unified, in-explainable
A desire to see it come and go and so on…
It tells of the way we have gone since the year
Pause. Think, a pathway to something bigger
A month of benevolence, carved of love herself
Created to accommodate all who wished to move…
The clouds are indifferent you know
Seem they stayed in wait for the month
The Earth grow dry with each day
Either the sun is tanning here
Or the snow is falling somewhere
The air is normally dry
It brings us tidings of many cities
Traveling thru the North via the South
Riding the winds so mild, so soft
And when she passes she blow kisses
November is a month of songs
The drums, the cymbals, the lyrics, the flutes
Everything that makes life a little spicy
It is a month of apples and brown leaves
The leaves fall in circles before our eyes
I wish you all a blessed new month
Welcome to November!