No more hot air, just scents around
Cool breeze rendering stress unbound
If chill hurts new embers you’ll need
Does Nov mean a new (novo) seed
New embers assure warmth at home
Chimneys dusted well to let out smoke
Receding sun cuts short the day
Sunsets weave a huge shawl scarlet
Do you see birds rush to build nests
Squirrels hoarding nuts in tree chests
Bears stealing honey from bee hive
Clever mechanism to survive
Don’t step on wood frogs under leaves
In torpor skunks, bats and poorwills
Wise nature welcoming winter
Memories tiptoe with November
©Sunila.. 04/11/2016.
A splendid,picturesque poem.A joy to read.
Heartfelt thanks for your delightful words, Vijay ji!
Vivid pictures painted here beautifully with words
Thank you very much for your kind appreciation, Jimmy O’Malley!