April is the cruellest month
But November is my favorite
With flannel shirts
And cooler mornings, fog today,
And leaves that fall to cover the lawn
With a warm blanket of color.
I look forward always
To the holiday of Thanksgiving
When family and friends gather
To acknowledge that life is good and
That we can do good in the world
For ourselves and each other, even strangers,
For we have been strangers in a strange land
(Which brings us back to April for another poem).