The nights are coming earlier
and the days are growing shorter.
The frost is on the ground
and bees cannot be found.

The warm days are all but done,
rain, maybe snow has begun.
The trees stand stark almost bare,
you rake dead leaves in the cool crisp air.

Time for the Earth to shutdown,
until Spring comes back around.
Now, begins the football season
and remember to vote with wisdom.

Also time to honor the Veterans
and all the tribes of the Native Americans.
Then, settle down to a Thanksgiving feast,
remembering to praise God at the least.

Alesia Leach

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/november-17/