An Ode To November Poem by Henrietta Ezegbe

Keeper of endings and beginnings,
you move softly through golden light,
whispering surrender, renewal,
and faith in what the eyes cannot see.
As the earth settles into stillness,
may our spirits awaken to quiet wonder.
Let gratitude be our daily prayer,
and hope the small fire that warms the soul.

Teach us, November, to find beauty in stillness and courage in the cold.
Let every sunset remind us
that even as the light fades,
grace remains, waiting to rise again.
For in every falling leaf, the divine reminds us that nothing truly ends; it only transforms.