Theres something in the midnight air
Round about this time of year.
When the leaves are gone,
And snow, the ground does don,
The sky seems crystal clear.
I find the stars shine brighter,
In their nocturnal cosmic fire.
Should I aim my head high,
And with my eye, try to spy,
A shooting star - a wish I will require.
But for what to ask, this November night?
Beneath the silver lunar light?
Someone to love, I should think,
To share troubles and a drink.
For solitude is - this time of year - a terrible plight.
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Author:
Matthew J. Bays (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem on the melancholic peace of mid-november, and the loneliness that often falls as the year comes to a close.
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Comments1
Autumn used to be the time of year I dreaded the most but after moving to southern climes it made little difference. This poem casts a shadow on this time of year making it cold and dark. It is nicely crafted. Well done
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