November's Soul

 

It is no coincidence that November is a month of solemnity

as we remember those lost in enmity

As trees shed their leaves and morning mists envelop the land

do we hear the distant drums of a military band

 

As the nights draw in our thoughts grow dim

when requiems are sung to a sombre hymn

Those long since gone from sight seem to come to life

as memories of sadness and joy mingle in life's tumultuous strife

 

Our native animals harvest their winter store

so that there is enough for the winter and more

We too hibernate and huddle together for warmth

around a blazing fire from home's inviting hearth

 

A gloomy time when we are subdued and sad

hoping for a future that will not be quite so bad

Tears are often quietly shed in our cold and shuddering grief

as if in the outer darkness there is a vagrant or thief