The Birds of November

Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psGsLxRoaII

Time has run through
golden fields of hay
and swam the moss-covered
ponds in the soft amber
light of dawn.

There are shards of
beauty in the
rubble of a broken life.

Those summer days
crawled
like
a

grumpy

tortoise.

Then galloped on by, like
a bareback colt.

I fed on the breast of life,
grew strong, and free.
And now,
those November birds

are

coming for me.

Author's Note

My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.com
and
my limited edition e-book, Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories is available on Booksie.com

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

The beauty of the sun touching the surroundings in golden light is a beautiful scene.

November birds coming for me…
Strong statement of growing older and the winter years of life are growing closer. I don’t like winter so this has a deep impactful thought for me.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are most welcome

[Dylan Macadham]

Ah, yes, I think we can all identify. I know I do :)

[red93]

Really great piece of Writing Thomas. We have November so that we can really appreciate May. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Yes, that extended metaphor we call life. Makes one wonder what Hitchcock knew.

[Thomas W Case]

You got it. Thanks.