Tuesday, November 13, 2012

November's Little Day

While nature goes about its busyness
Of dying or silent hibernation
We sight the virgin snowflake’s dizziness
Of spiraling arabesque elation

Sallow-gray daylight dips to eventide
We cannot quell the darkness with protest
As surely as we greet the morning light
It drifts across the small sky to the west

The stealthy thief of hours never sleeps
And in like-manner, as July’s demise
November soon will join the phantom deeps
Of history and echoed lullabies

But now it spills its thousand shades of gray
Across the hour of its little day

© Janet Martin

1 comment:

  1. this notion of November having "little days" hit me today as the sun set around 4:11pm. this is beautiful, Janet. x


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