Whoever said November was a ‘No’ time?
It is a chance to pause and plan and hope,
When bulbs and puddings wait their call to stir.
To every season is its own variant name;
No one should try to make them all the same.
We dance to nature’s rhythm,
Or else we lose the beat.
We turn on nature’s wheel,
Or else we’re out of sync.
We see from nature’s eye,
Or else we miss the view.
They say God gave us memory that roses
We might know and savour in November. (He also gave us noses).
Whoever thought of strawberries in November?