Nowember

November says harbor a chill.
The nights are so serene and still
The end of the year is now near.
Memories are made and held dear.
Winter's arrival will come soon,
With nature covered in a tomb.
A holy day commemorates.
When sailing ships did liberate,
The Pilgrim's from a far off land,
Some led by God's unseen hand.
Now all give thanks for God's great grace
And blessings to the human race.