only during November
is no different
from containing one's
charity to December
or church devotion
to one April morn.
What keeps us from infusing
our entire year
full of Christlike good?
Shouldn't October also
glow grateful and full?
What of August, May?
Fair sister months brimming with
plenty. Full tables.
January, March?
Roaring beast winter derobes,
budding beautiful.
There is wonder in
each appendage of each year,
yet November brings
golden gratitude
like shimmering koi to feast
on humble bread crumbs.
Let each day begin,
end with two love-sweetened words,
November or not.
