Thou Art November!
This poem is dedicated to all who were born, have died and are living in November. THOU ART NOVEMBER! 🕚 Thou art November, The penultimate month of the year. For on the annual earth's annual clock, Thou art the eleventh hour. Thou bringeth hope when she is gone; Thou imparteth strength when we can't go on. Children love to play wild in thy weather calm; Couples in love lark openly in thy friendly arms; The birds of the air twitter in harmonious chorale, For the aura of thy delightful season is that of Calmness and warmth and enduring pleasantness. Thou art November, but known differently In the asssorted tongues of men the world over. Some calleth thee Novembre, Nufimbir, Shiyiyue. To others thou art known as Obubuo, Alemle, And still to others, Nuwamba, Adeemekporxe! Thou sitteth majestically like a comely noble prince, Between those two that serve as thy faithful attendants: October on your left and December as thy right-hand man. And after a successful consultation w