Thursday, November 12, 2015

November's Noon


Gone, the gilded tress
...summer's afterglow
Stark against November-ness
Nature waits for snow


Gone the afternoon
Sailing sylvan seas
Now a low and brooding tune
Strums gray eulogies 


Plucked, each blushing bloom
Drained, each budded stem
November, a cheerless tomb
In death's diadem


 Gone the giddy grin
Of each garden-lass
November pours rain and wind
From a broken glass



November is howling today...
Giddy-up horsey and hurry to town!

...and so he did! (a few hrs. later:)

© Janet Martin

3 comments:

  1. Our autumn colors usually arrive by the first week of December. Looking forward to it.

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  2. The gilded tresses may be gone but there is still that golden photo to sigh over. "Lovely beyond any singing of it."

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