November heralds summer heat
where cool and warm entwine and meet
with plans for weather hotter still.
Clothes from winter are stored away
blankets fewer on beds today
as birds begin to sing and trill.
Christmas goods displayed to entice
have you been naughty or quite nice
with children's stockings soon to fill.
Grace at dverse poets, has prompted us to pen a seasonal/November poem in the Nove Otto style.
Here is the link: Nove Otto Poetry
Would I love to go to the southern season to welcome summer. Also love the birds singing and the anticipation of Christmas. Thanks for joining in.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Grace and thanks for the prompt! It was fun to do.
DeleteI’m envious of the antipodean November, Cheryl; it’s getting ever colder here in the UK, and I miss the birdsong. But Christmas is just around the corner.
ReplyDeleteYes, November is just about done and dusted.
DeleteI find it so weird that we never get any cold season (just a dark one)
ReplyDeleteYour seasons would seem weird for me! I've only ever known a summer Christmas where it's hot and the days are long.
DeleteHa, we are storing away summer clothes! Enjoy your summer, Carol and warm Christmas greetings. ❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you, Punam! Season greetings to you too!
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