![]() Hard Hearted NovemberA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)![]() poem of an indifferent month![]() A cold grey mist…
Tiptoes aimlessly about It’s only companions A few scudding clouds That mill thru the sky And wander without And cast shadows Upon farm fields and wilds Tis the hard heart of November A month as indecisive as mist A month so incisive….bestowed with the caprice of a witch Which has by mistake Or perhaps by misgiving Allowed to endow us The day of Thanksgiving And once realized That a mistake has been made Takes a cold vow That this won’t be forgiven So it beckons to December In a voice chill and shrill And bades it remember And sure December will… Give ear to November’s Entreaty so bold… That December not delay To bring on the cold Then reclines November In supine repose Gives carte blanche to Jack Frost To nip anyone’s nose Pulls up blanket of mist Lies down her head Then cooly welcomes December …Into her bed… © 2012 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic) |
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Added on November 15, 2012 Last Updated on November 15, 2012 Author![]() David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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