November days 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 commerorates,
When sailing ships did liberate.
The Pilgrims from a far off land.
Surely led by God's unseen hand.
Now all give thanks for God's great grace.
And blessings to the human race.