November is the month
Of snowy-headed women
Witches and crones
Seers and sages
Wise women and watchers
November is the month
We let the cycles
Of right vs wrong
Good vs bad
Spin on without us
November we mourn
The unfinished stories
The suffering not eased
The eyes not opened
And we let it be
November we hold hands
And busom to busom
We feel each other's heart
And know that
We share the same soul
November we gather
Not knowing who will
Survive the harsh winter
And the cruelty of men
To face another spring
November we move
Into our roots
Into the realm
Of loamy silence and listen
To Earth Mother whisper
November we know
We can't do it alone.
bjbeyers 11/1/2021
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barb j beyers
Retired RN/Women's Advocate.
Poet, artist, nature lover, seeker
NW EU, Spain, Native Am, Scotland
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