November November It has no joy I’ll remember.
No Ornate Leaf upon the lofty tree,
The weaving Butterfly and Buzzing Bee.
No Sun as such to warm the Brow
No Milky-Haze along the Meadow now.
No ‘Monet-Blue’ to bleach the Sky,
With tuneful call of Songbirds by.
No flowering Blush of Gardens wide,
To Sunday Meals by the Riverside.
Rich boiling Dawns that ‘Vulcan’ strikes,
The Sultry Dusk of August Nights.
No Cooling Drinks beneath the shade,
Thereby all Mirth and Friendships made.
With Evening Walks through Field and Dale ,
To Village Inn and English Ale.
For the Sun fulfilled its tenancy well,
And in Balmy days my Memories dwell.
But as for Dreary, Sodden, Damp November;
It has no joy or Soul I’ll remember.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (
Offline) - Published: November 30th, 2024 19:58
- Comment from author about the poem: Written November 2023 when it did nothing but Rain. Rained so much, I was expecting to find the Local Priest building an Ark. Rained so much we were scraping Barnacles of the Front door, Rained so much Gene Kelly would have been Cheesed Off. But seriously folks...
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Enjoyable read
A fine composition, rich in description of the natural environment. We too have had nothing but November rain, and we have had flooding of the meadow land where the river has burst its banks. Looking for a rain free December. Lovely poem Kevin.
Thank you.
Ever read the Works of 19c Poet Charlotte Smith? Wonderful Poems on Nature.
Only once did Gene Kelly dance in the rain? I woulda thort we was more game! It's been raining for us here for several days now. Not sure when it will all end.
Thank you for reading and your comment.
Just catching-up.
Thank you for your ‘ Belated Welcome’ on Nov 7th .
I know, rather slow like that, lol. Haven't been online much the whole year, tend to pick things up towards November and then again, the going is quite slow.
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