It brings trees that weep.
Branches empty once full of life.
It brings a colder wind across your nape.
My zipper snugs my adams apple.
It brings beds made of leaves.
Children jumping in and out.
November will not see my lawn mower.
It won't see my grill.
I won't smell a charbroiled dog or burger.
It won't see a patio party....

Rather;

It's time for hot cocoa,
with a marshmallow or two.
It's time for gloves and mittens.
Time to keep your head and ears warm too.
November isn't the onset of death.
Rather it is a month that leads to slumber.
A much needed beauty nap for our earth.
To awaken once again in Spring.
To captivate our eyes and our souls once more.
November is merely an open door.
To rest and freeze a beauty never seen before.
Sleep for now sweet mother earth...