A Cozy of November

     My November blogs consisted of titles with no words under them.  Although this was a time saver for myself and for those few who actually read my blog, it seemed a little terse, even for me, the word miser.  November, like February, is a rather dreary month in Montana, a place holder for the holidays to come. Until Thanksgiving November is just the cover band for the main attraction--Christmas.  The grass is dormant, but not yet covered with snow, the trees are bare, naked against the cold, the cold is uncomfortable, but not brisk enough to be challenging.  Yet there is a certain coziness to November.
     It is a month for baking and book reading. I can remain inside without guilt because there are few outdoor chores requiring my attention. It is too early to worry about decorating, gifts, and goodies. November demands little more of us than food and gratitude--to our veterans, to our God.  Our language has many words for groups of things:  a herd of bison, a convocation of eagles, so I have coined a word for a collection of November days--a cozy of November.

November has its place to keep

when autumn beauty's gone to sleep,

enters bleak, but leaves well fed 

and Christmas wonder lies ahead.