NOVEMBER
As non-conductors of the day
the heavy curtains drawn across
the leaden windows shuttered still
and yet to greet the languid dawn
where rustling diamond frosted leaves
play kiss and chase on forest floors
and rippling brooks still rush to greet
the churning creaking water mill
before the crusts of winters ice
embrace the seasons change.
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: February 21st, 2018 01:36
- Comment from author about the poem: Okay so it's not November but it was when I wrote it.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 26
- Users favorite of this poem: Lauraš», Lorna
Comments7
I dunno what year it is, let alone what season it is (no change there then?!). I'm sure it's Christmas next week. Hmmmm. A fine write and pic Michael.
I don't know either but I do know the time - it's half past kissing time; time to kiss again. And I think that's the start of a another little couplet methinks.
I knows - its Septober; or Jugust (July/August).
Super write Michael, once more the imagery is brilliant.
Thanks so much Andy
Michael,
An absolutely exquisite
poem illustrated by a
beautiful painting!
Excellent!
November...a special
meaning for me...my
Momās birth month!
~Laura~
Thanks so much Laura and for saving it - did you see my poem on Monday - The Path - written following your kind comments against my one-liner:
Her tears were fresh and borne of hope like rain that falls in April.
No, I didnāt! I will
definitely take a
look! Thank you!
Thanks MIKE ~ November always stirs my MUSE ! Especially Bonfires & Fireworks and ~ If I'm in the STATES ~ Thanksgiving ! Please check my DUBIOUS DEFINITIONS ~ I copied your idea Thanks ! Love the NOVEMBERNESS of your POEM 'n PIC ! Yours as ever BRIAN
Thanks Brian - I'll look it up straight away.
Yes! I loved play kiss and chase.............
Thanks Lorna - wouldn't it be great to play it again - and a big thank you for saving it.
Thank you Michael.
A beautful poem!
I remember November as a child - Gosh the skies were pitch black and how darkness and winter descended upon us!
Keep writing
FineB
Thanks FB - actually I'm not sure about November - the harbinger of dark, cold, grey, miserable winter days - at least here in the UK.
Beautiful poem with stunning imagery! Loved it.
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