Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
The eleventh month, oh sweet November,
Autumn's end and Winter's ember,
Leaves falling, crisp and gold,
Warm coats against the cold.
Hot cocoa, pumpkin pie,
Family gathered by the fireside,
Thanksgiving feast, a joyful endeavor,
November, oh sweet November.
Month Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
November, sweet and bold,
A feast for all senses to behold.
Frosty breeze, warm cocoa's call,
Crimson leaves painting every wall.
Thanksgiving, friends and family near,
Precious moments that we hold dear.
Autumn's charm at its very best,
November, you make me feel blessed.
Thanksgiving Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
November, how you usher in
The somber days of seasons past
As autumn's colors fade to din
And nature's forces ebb at last
Your thirty days, a solemn pretext
For somber thoughts and reverie;
A time to mourn what one neglects,
To cherish and to find mercy.
Autumn Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
November, oh November,
A month that's quite absurd,
The trees are bare and shivering,
And the skies seem quite disturbed.
It's time to bring out woolens,
Gloves and shawls galore,
Even if they make us look
Like mummies from days of yore.
The days grow shorter every week,
And nights get longer too,
It may seem like a gloomy spell,
But let's laugh the winter blues anew!
Winter Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
November's chill is in the air,
A time of change, a season rare.
As leaves fall gently to the ground,
New growth waits to soon be found.
With each day comes new opportunity,
And gratitude fills our hearts with unity.
Let's cherish this month and all it brings,
For November truly is a time of beautiful things.
Gratitude Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
November, oh how polite you are,
You come with crisp air from afar,
Leaves turning shades of amber and gold,
A season of gratitude to unfold.
Thanksgiving feast we prepare,
Family and friends all gather there.
Your arrival is always welcomed with cheer,
Oh November, thank you for being here.
November Quotes
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
November, a time of transition and grace,
A month that holds a unique place.
As the year draws closer to its end,
November whispers, "Reflect and mend."
Leaves fall gently, painting the ground,
In hues of amber, red, and brown.
Nature sheds its vibrant attire,
Preparing for a season to inspire.
The air grows crisper, colder each day,
And daylight slowly fades away.
November's chill reminds us true,
To seek warmth in the things we do.
It's a time for gratitude and thanks,
For counting blessings, filling love's banks.
With hearts open wide, we gather near,
To share laughter, joy, and cheer.
November carries stories of the past,
Of heroes brave and memories that last.
It's a reminder to honor and remember,
Those who've walked this path, each November.
Veterans Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
November, the month when gratitude blooms,
Thanksgiving approaches, with joyful tunes.
Days may grow shorter, nights may grow cold,
But our hearts warm with stories that never grow old.
As autumn's beauty fades, a new season draws near,
December brings Christmas, a time of love and cheer.
But the 11th month of November, its essence remains,
A reminder to cherish the blessings life sustains.
Christmas Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In November's embrace, we find solace,
A moment to pause, reflect, and face.
The challenges and triumphs we've known,
November whispers, "You have grown."
So let us welcome this month with grace,
Embracing change at its steady pace.
For November holds the promise anew,
Of growth, resilience, and dreams pursued.
Poems About Change
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
November, oh November,
A month so cozy and glee,
Leaves fall, cold wind blows,
Blankets and fires bring ease.
Pumpkins turn into pies,
Coats and scarves we don in style,
Thanksgiving fills our heart with joy,
Oh November, how delightful!
Poems About The Wind
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
November, the month of desolate gloom,
Memories of summer now a distant room.
Leaves fall lifelessly to the ground,
A fleeting beauty, never to be found.
Days grow shorter, nights cold and long,
A mournful dirge, a melancholy song.
Barren trees sway with woeful sighs,
November is a month of goodbyes.
Goodbye Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
November's chill drifts in the air,
Days grow short, nights long and bare.
Leaves have fallen, death is near,
As we reflect on life this year.
Remembrance Day calls us to pause,
And honour those who fought for our cause.
A somber month, but also a chance,
To be thankful for life's sacred dance.
