November Lullaby

Now etched on twilight’s slumb’ring sigh

November croons a lullaby

In hues of blues and blushing gray

It tucks the little day away

Goodnight, noon’s bustling boulevard

Sleep tight, earth’s silver-white post-card

And hush-a-bye, wee girl and boy

Clear-calm thy sea of dreams, ahoy

Now weeps the wandering wind, alone

Like vagabond without a home

He shakes November’s naked bough

And sweetens home-sweet-home somehow

Goodnight, sage cot of bud and bloom

Sleep tight, daydreamer's living-room

And hush-a-bye, leaf-swaddled dell

Earth slips into the sky... Farewell,

© Janet Martin

Somehow, when November’s wind rattles at windows and doors

I am reminded of all the simple things I’m thankful for.