November 2025 "A Poem on Dear Old November" by Alexandra Covarrubias

She receives them with a warm smile, making them feel light as the fireflies that rise in her November moonlighted sky. And as more arrive, she lets them all into her large but warm and cozy abode, filled with romantic light that always flows. Romantic light that sometimes likes to make it all the way out of the windows to complement and dance with the night, who gladly gives into his delight.

November— no one can forget her, with her sleepy, aged caramel eyes that always seem as if they are giving away but never quite fade. She is the reflection of warmth; even her bipolar sister, warm and cold October, would agree. She’s full of fresh crispness, and if they could speak, even her smile lines would nevertheless agree.

Her golden-tinted autumn leaves add to and fill the anticipating streets, making them glow almost with summer-like heat. And when the time comes, she welcomes her longed-for visitors and finds them by being a superb listener, for as they get closer, she hears their steps that make a soft pitter patter, creating a soft and gentle beat, never giant leaps.

November’s house is quiet, not the uncomfortable type of quiet, but the type of quiet that undoes the mind’s riot. And inside her candle-filled dining room, there are lace-adorned tables that loom special delicacies, sweet treats, that make her guests wish they never had to leave. But out of all, one specifically catches the eye; November’s warm and heavenly scented creamy pumpkin pie, perfection is consistency, making even the picky eaters receive it with some insistency.

The main course, however, a golden turkey, marinated with the sandman’s special oil, making her guests temporarily retire their minds from their toil. And just in case, the turkey makes a good tiredness aspire, there’s plenty of cozy resting places by the warm fire. By the fire, she also has her trusty steed, a sweet old cinnamon-colored goldendoodle encouraging her guests to take a leave into warm, colored dreams. There the steed lies taking a nice cozy doozle or, as her sister, kooky October, also calls it... a toozle snoozle.

Her guests, thankful for the dreamy opportunity, do so much sink into the warm space that receives them with a graceful embrace. And although some would think otherwise, November does not mind when her guests take a rest, never making them feel less. She instead likes to think of it as preparing them for the arrival of her little sister, a loud and energetic, fast-paced December.

November— a pause in life, a time when family and friends gather around the table, surrounded by their favorite foods that chase away the blues.

November— a time that rekindles that ember.