by Cheryl Merrick
The bright, busyness of summer
is over.
The dazzling colors of fall
are gone.
The harvest is in.
The leaves have fallen.
Trees stand gray-brown
against a muted sky.
Showing posts with label November. Show all posts
Showing posts with label November. Show all posts
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Thanksgiving Is
by Cheryl Merrick
A time for remembering
all we have
Instead of bemoaning
what we don’t
A time for remembering
all we have
Instead of bemoaning
what we don’t
Thanksgiving
by Cheryl Merrick
Not being the commercial heavy weight
of its December cousin,
Thanksgiving gets pushed aside.
Even before its moment arrives,
its leaves, pumpkins and corn stalks
are replaced with wreathes and bells,
Not being the commercial heavy weight
of its December cousin,
Thanksgiving gets pushed aside.
Even before its moment arrives,
its leaves, pumpkins and corn stalks
are replaced with wreathes and bells,
November
by Cheryl Merrick
A few tenacious leaves remain,
Brown and withered,
In a monotone world.
While the mountains quietly rust,
and the evenings envelope the day,
the holiday bustle begins.
A few tenacious leaves remain,
Brown and withered,
In a monotone world.
While the mountains quietly rust,
and the evenings envelope the day,
the holiday bustle begins.
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