The Days of November

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Gone are the flowers of Spring. Gone are the leaves that covered and swathed the now denuded trees. And gone is the morning symphony of chirping birds that woke with the morning light.

THE DAYS OF NOVEMBER

By Al Garcia

 

Gone are the flowers of Spring.  Gone are the leaves that covered and swathed the now denuded trees.  And gone is the morning symphony of chirping birds that woke with the morning light. 

I feel the cold November winds as they begin to blow the remnants of Autumn into the approaching days of winter.  I see the waning days of November -- painted in a thousand shades of reds, oranges and yellows, and marvel at the beauty of the falling leaves as they gently cover the ground below in a canopy of hues, like a rainbow on a field of golden earth.

It is the soundless beauty that surrounds me, and the spectacle of color and of texture that that inspires and uplifts my spirits as the Christmas season approaches with its usual childlike innocence of splendor and wonder. 

I feel the child in me again.  I sense the anticipation and the expectation of the child I used to be – because I remember my childhood days and the miracle on Christmas Eve.  I remember the Christmas stories, and I can hear the Christmas carols.  But most of all, I remember the sharing and the caring that I saw and felt all around me as a child.  It was truly a magical and enchanted time of year.

Today the Autumn leaves will begin to blow away.  Today, the spirit of a new season will take its place.  The world around me will change once again.  New colors, bright lights and a reignited spirit will replace the Autumn foliage and the melancholy frame of mind that November leaves behind. 

The days of November have passed me by, leaving me with sentimental memories that I will recall and cherish as time goes by. 

The golden glow of the Christmas season awaits me.  It is also the season when I will feel the absent faces, hear the silenced voices and be unable to share the warm embraces that once were part of me.  It is the ghosts of Christmas past that complete me this time of year.  For the greatest gift of all is having lived and shared the memories that Christmas brings.

And the days of November fade away . . .


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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