A PLEASANT NOVEMBER
As I gaze through the bare branches at a vivid blue sky
And still see the birds flying or gliding there up so high,
Not need a heavy coat to keep out the wind and cold,
Even seeing farmers sheep not yet in the sheltered fold.
November rain falls and is a sheer delight to feel and see,
Moistening the earth and we are still quite snow free.
Mild temperatures greet us and morning mists of grey,
But that often turns into a really glorious, beautiful day.
A pleasant November shortens winter, gives us a reprieve,
Old tales tell, mild November, a cold January we’ll receive,
But that always happens anyway so that is fine,
I will call any pleasant November a true friend of mine.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 22 November 2004