Mixed Day

The holiday brings the late afternoon call
A friend's son has been killed
We know it is too much for her to bear though we know she will
Still, I grieve this world
Where it can be a mother who has to bury a son.

by Bill Grace

Comments (5)

The trees stand stark almost bare, you rake dead leaves in the cool crisp air. November with the onset of winter is the time for the Earth to 'shut down' and makes the trees stand bare until spring arrives ! The days become shorter and it is also the month of thanksgiving when we raise our hearts to God and all those who blessed us during the year with their love and kindness! A beautiful poem!
Then, settle down to a Thanksgiving feast, remembering to praise God at the least. An excellent poem on November and things pertaining to this season.Well written.I enjoyed it. Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
A Beautiful poem welcoming November, where days and nights are changing, winter is welcoming snow. A beautiful imagery of words describing the winter season. Very true said in few lines...... Also time to honor the Veterans and all the tribes of the Native Americans. Then, settle down to a Thanksgiving feast, remembering to praise God at the least. Beautiful presentation. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing with us.
it is a heart whelming salvation. November has something to do in one part of our existence. before December comes up..
A beautiful poem on movements - November or autumn - beautiful description and informative too like bees they don't buzz, tree they are nude changing the attire and nature is busy preparing for spring and finally award ceremony which is being celebrated there where poet is concerned.. a nice poem :)