November days come dull and drear
as summer lost and winter near,
with mist and cloud becoming one
to veil from sight a waning sun.
Whilst on the ground warm pastel hues
are mulched beneath man's boots and shoes,
to rot and meld with mother earth
this season's death then springs rebirth
You nailed it at the end! creative and clever, it's like dying to be born again... the process of rebirth from Autumn till spring, lovely one dear Gee the gentleman~ ;>
So sorry you don't love fall as it is one of my favorite seasons.
Crisp, clean, cooling air of fall, brings me alive after stuffy hot summer nights and sweltering days. Great writing I felt your dislike, but on a clear, breezy, sunny fall day walk into the beautiful colors of the seasons birth.
Simple but very nice Gee. It's hard to read these words without thinking about the existential problems facing us. Spring seems far away with lots of uncertainty ahead.
Take care,
Alan
Gee, this is such a lovely poem! Indeed, November is not a pretty month in northern climes. Great upbeat ending with the promise of springtime. I liked it a lot. Lydi**
A lovely poem Gee which pay homage to this favorite season of mine. There is just something during this time of year that captures my heart. It's in the colors, the scent, and even in the muted light of day during this time. You literally feel nature around you preparing itself for rest. There is just a spiritual awareness that goes beyond the flesh and recognizing our connection to all things of this world. Thank you for sharing your poem.
great find for me this day. love the rhyme, rhythm and flow. i've always thought of nov. as the grey month. excellent, really captures the essence of this transitory month ... :)
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Cheers Pete, appreciate you reading and commenting
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Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:)
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