In Praise of November Days...

You flood the heart with phrases too manifold for mere word

You toll a gong that blazons from yon belfry undeterred

And though you doff coppice and croft of autumn color-schemes

You move your moody wand across the brooding ponds and streams

You nurture nature’s languor with a lonesome lullaby

And spread a somber table for the poet’s hungry sigh

The lay leased to the laden limb, you quiet, leaf by leaf

As amber-russet riot dims on ashen-brindled heath

You scatter summer’s tatters like a scalawag run wild

And strip the tips of fronds that donned the lilt of bloom awhile

You sweep the sleeping landscape with death’s elemental dearth

And draw the eye to where the sky is tucked against the earth

You keen with soulful silence the impact of season’s seal

How one cannot turn back the clock to walk on Bygone’s reel

How, even in November when your wind is a sad song

We ought to dance and remember not to glance back too long

© Janet Martin

Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge Day 6:

For today’s prompt, write a praise poem. 

Praise a person; praise a deity; praise your favorite food. 

If you ask me, there’s not enough praise to go around in this world; 

let’s fix that today–with this poem. 

Praise someone or something, even if it’s just your morning coffee.