~ November Days

~ November Days, Elisa Laura, The Journey to Winter, Seasons, Hiking

~ November Days

 

 

There is a cold sharp wind

 

Short days of light,

Move too quickly

Around the axis,

 

At least it seems so,

The days go so much

Faster then I keep track.

 

Where I walk,

The sun shines,

A soft and

Misty gleam,

 

Above the cold water,

Like a blanket,

To hold it warm, and

Extend the season…

 

Trees feel lost, and

Are tired and powerless,

 

I imagine myself in their

Fallen leaves,

Hiding there

For a while,

 

To feel me warmer.

 

 

 ~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Thank you for reading xx

Reviews

[Calissa Knox]

This poem painted a vivid and beautiful picture in my mind. It took me on a "mental vacation". I love the way the words flow together. I think the format you used for the words was perfect. This poem relies a lot on imagery, yet it still has a lot of emotion. It is mysterious and complex, yet it still has a simplicity to it. A gorgeous and wonderfully written poem!

Dear Feather Dawncery, thank you with whole my heart, for being here. I'm ever so pleased you enjoyed this. This was a free-style I use often, (actually it came right out of the heart). I'm grateful to you! xx

[Calissa Knox]

Yes, I could tell it came from your heart. Thank you for sharing your writing. It inspires me. And you are welcome, Elisa!

Thank you for pausing here, feeling it, and that's the most sweetest thing someone said to me tonight. Truly humbled by your words... Feather...

[Calissa Knox]

Well, I am very glad my words could bless you in that way, Elisa.

Pleased to meet you... they did, it's late here now, but tomorrow I will be back to read more of your quill :)

[Calissa Knox]

I am pleased to meet you, too, Elisa! Have a great night.

Thank you, you too in a while.... it's probably 6-7 hours later here, but couldn't resist to not review another piece of your writing :) smiles!

[Calissa Knox]

Your review really meant a lot to me. Thank you very much! Wow, that is very late, and I'm sorry to keep you awake!

No, worries, I'm a night owl.... (zombie) lol, ever awake... I think it's cause of my many night-shifts, and hard to get back into the normal time-zone, but I will.... thanks for your friendship dear xx

[Calissa Knox]

Thanks for your friendship as well. I am very glad we became friends!

Me too! :) can't wait to a next episode of talking :D xx goodnight from here....

[Calissa Knox]

Goodnight, Elisa!

[h d e rushin]

When ever I want to go to a warm place, I read one of your poems. When ever I want to feel
a certain way, I read one of your poems. There is great power E.L. in what you do.

dana

Thank you so much lovely one! I'm on my way to your realm dearest xo, you know you mean the same to me! xo

[Pryde Foltz]

Short days of light,
Move too quickly
Around the axis,

Fantastic atmospheric write. Yes, grab the light while you can and snuggle and sleep the rest.

Thank you my sharp eye! :) I closed them for a while, then I heard the birds singing, (I'm sensitive, to real day moments)... the rest I shall snuggle and sleep, promise ;-) xx

[icelandicblue]

As the air around us cools and the trees lose their leaves we lament the lost light. But if we look hard enough we can make the best of what we have and seek the warmth within our reach. It's a really lovely look at a most transitional month. A lovely job.

Thank you so much Anne, really I'm so ever pleased you felt this seasonal write of me to your core..... I'm grateful xo

[Edgar Perez]

I am speechless. Impresionante. Tus palabras me cautivaron.
So excellent, Elisa.

Gracias de mi Corazón mi amigo hermoso. :) speechless is beautiful... thank you hun!

[Edgar Perez]

De nada. Espero que tu dia fue de maravilla (: Aloha hun.

Aloha hun, I will mail you back as soon as I can! :)) have a great day!

[joshua deathdealer]

Excellent work. I love the references to trees and wanting to hide in what they have shed for winters arrival. I like autumn feel and the sounds. Reading its like from I afar I see you walking through the barren trees. Leaves in the air and then seeing you sink to ground.

syl·van also sil·van (slvn)
adjective
1. Relating to or characteristic of woods or forest regions.
2. Located in or inhabiting a wood or forest.
3. Abounding in trees; wooded.

So connected... thank you my dear friend, even if we are far appart, we have the same season, you and me. :) makes me smile. Your words I treasure. Happy you enjoyed this one... wonderful words. xx

[Kenaz]

"faster than I keep track"
I like this one. The trees are all now feeling sick and will soon look dead to us. But they are not dead, just getting rid of attachments to protect themselves. Trees are very intelligent beings. Anyway, I liked how you described the mist as a blanket, keeping the water warm. If only the season would last longer, but what can we do. Another great work from you, hope you're keeping warm!

Thank you dear, from under my blanket, I write you, I'm warm... it's getting colder... brrr... I noticed, life in general, the older we get, the faster it goes... seasons come and go... all is transient... thanks for your lovely words on this one, goodnight from here.

[Kenaz]

good night to you as well.

Thank you.... to you too (in a while)...

[Lover Of Words]

I simply love this... My favorite time of the month is November... Its so crisp and to the point in your simplely beautiful way.... Love it

Thank you so much Kelsey, for your lovely words on this one xx

[Lover Of Words]

Its your lovely words that brought me here my dear :)

I'm always so happy to have you around! :) it is, November is my favorite time of the year too...

[Lover Of Words]

I will always be around to stop by and speak with you dear one!