Splendor-tender November Goodnight

Victoria and I share a deep love for November. 

We are always a little sad to see it go...

Two more days to dance to its moody blues!

 Tonight is thick with the sound of silence...

Sere fields, like still-life banners lie

Hinged to low bars of steely sky

Bare trees, like transfixed sentinels

Stand motionless on hills, in dells

The beds of earth are stark and brown

Waiting for spreads of eiderdown

The wind broods, hollow and forlorn

The woods are dark and shadow-torn

Where lilt of leaf has lost its vim

And lies beneath the tuneless limb

Late day splays solemn like a dirge

As afternoon and twilight merge

The plush rush on dusk’s avenue

 Is veiled in velvet navy blue

As skyline embers guide spent souls

Toward sweet, tender homespun goals

Of bread to break and tea to pour

Of laughter-gentled dinner-hour

Somewhere the air is full of gold

As morning breaks night’s aerial hold

But here the hand of eventide

Gathers November’s countryside

In shrouds of plush deep, purple-blue

As this Today is tucked from view

© Janet Martin

Some good tuck-the-day-away music by Celtic Thunder