This my ode to November the month I was born
From comfort of the womb I was torn
Clouds shed tears as if to mourn
Bring promise of life from every storm
Shades of brown fill the fall
Thanks we give to it all
Foot we play with a ball
Whispering winds I hear the call
Sun peeks out from skies of grey
Prelude to winter hard at play
Clocks fall back shorten the day
In warm beds we wish to stay
Fallen leaves tree's memories
Dance in wind to nature's melody
Thoughts spill out in soliloquy
Earth speaks back in poetry.