JOSIE'S POEMS

Autumn and Winter Poems

By Josie Whitehead

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N O V E M B E R

By Josie Whitehead

November

No blackbird’s song at 3 am;
     No scorching summer sun;
No shorts, bikinis or sun hats;
     No deck chairs - no, not one!

No daffodils, no primroses;
     No blossom on the trees;
No chaffinch singing in a hedge;
     No butterflies or bees.

No weeding, watering, lawns to cut;
     No garden tool in sight;
And it seems that every swallow now
     Has taken off in flight.

No golden leaves left on the trees,
      But cool, soft mists appear.
Bonfires, fireworks, chilly nights –
     Ah yes, November’s here.

How sad would be our earthly lives
    Without our days of spring -
Bereft of summer’s warming sun
     And the blessings that it brings.

How sad to not see autumn’s gold
     And softly fading sun.
How sad to miss the winter’s snow
     That brings to children fun.

How nice to see the first snowdrop 
    And know that spring’s nearby.
You like four seasons in a year
     And for certain so do I.


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