Welcome November
A poem to welcome in the misty mornings of the Winter season
Welcome November
The first of the year in Pagan times;
Bonfires, end of harvest rituals and divinations;
The last of the three harvest festivals.
Welcome November
Cool air and damp ground after the rain;
Temperatures tumble in Autumn's last phase;
The Sun shines white in ethereal rays.
Welcome November
Early morning mists rise from the ground;
Cold air meets warm vapour in low-lying clouds;
Winter fast approaching as Nature slows, dying down.
Sue Cartwright
Spiral Leaf
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for you, for me and for Mother Nature
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