By Donna Puglisi
Cape Canaveral Branch, Florida
November exhales her chilly breath,
blowing hard, a prelude to December’s icy grip.
Teasingly, she blends with fall’s sunshine and warmth,
then turns her cheek away,
not to be kissed by summer’s romantic
days or autumn’s glowing colors.
Full of promise, November whispers
through corn fields, those sleeping children in their beds
of dry husks.
November’s winds blow across the land,
scattering leaves, making way for
December’s snowy blanket.
Harvests of gold, plates full of holiday cheer,
She smiles on families gathered together
celebrating her bounty and grace.
Queen of Thanksgiving and love,
November exits for winter’s frigid smile,
Dressed in a gown of ice and snow.