November November.

November November, it starts with a bang,
As fireworks explode in the night
Like meteor showers against the black sky,
A palette of colour and light.

From below her warm hat a girl's face is a glow,
As a Sparkler shoots stars from her hand,
She swirls it about to make ribbons of light,
And makes a wish each time a star lands.

Flames lick the sides of an old wooden door,
Red splinters shoot out from the fire,
Cracking and spitting as Guy Fawkes looks on,
While immense heat pours out from his pyre.

November November, with clear frosty nights,
Is ruled by a sinister thing,
He upsets the balance of Libra you see,
When the Scorpion moves in with his sting.

The days will be colder as Winter draws close,
As Jack Frost frowns on us each dawn,
When the last of the golden-brown leaves flutter down,
Blown off by the first Autumn storm.

The Scorpion will die as December draws near,
Killed off by the Archer's old bow,
Sagittarius will rule by the end of the month,
And bring with him the threat of some snow.

November November, it starts with a bang,
Then cold winds draw out a cold tear,
The penultimate month will be cold, wet and dark,
As we move close to the end of the year.

Autumn Jewels

Autumn Jewels:

So here is autumn once again,
In this ever changing scene,
The time when trees shed all their leaves,
And dewy meadows gleam.
 
Leaves of red or golden-brown,
Rain down in blustery winds,
They settle on the woodland glade,
Where the morning Robin sings.
 
Puffing up his bright red breast,
His tune is a sweet delight,
He brightens up these darker days,
And even sings at night.

Woodland Toadstools glisten,
With drops of morning dew,
They shine like jewels in the forest,
Good seats for an Elf or two.

Windfalls drop from sleepy trees,
Fruit both sweet and bitter,
Children collect them from the floor,
Amongst the damp leaf litter.

Mossy Sticks are thrown up high,
By young hands wet and cold,
To knock down spiky cases,
And collect the bounty they hold.
 
Their Conkers fat and polished,
Strung up on old shoe laces,
Bring pleasure to many children,
And put smiles upon their faces.

Fattened up with fruit and nuts,
The Dormouse fills his larder,
For soon the winter will be here,
And foraging will be harder.
 
He fills his nest with all things warm,
And curls up for the night,
His night could last for several months,
By then spring will be in sight.

Starlings gather like swarms of Bees,
And fly in tight formation,
They create amazing shapes at dusk,
It’s a spectacular occasion.

Berries entice the Thrushes to feast,
They come from far and wide,
To strip these succulent shiny fruits,
Throughout our countryside.

Now the Robin sings his song,
Each note is a sweet delight,
He brightens up these darker days,
And even sings at night.

We wake up from our torpid sleep,
To frosty window panes,
Or hear the sound of hail and wind,
And those freezing autumn rains.

So let’s be very joyful,
Let’s go and spread our wings,
As this is a time to be thankful,
For all that autumn brings.

Our autumn is a lovely time,
In this ever changing scene,
And all things that are golden-brown,
Will again one day turn green.