November exits like a white frosted cake!
Oops! wrong photo!
This is the cake Victoria baked on Saturday!
THIS is November's exodus!
Tonight, the wind raids woodlands stripping leaves that hung aloof
Ice-pebbles dash black windowpanes and tap-dance on the roof
And where we had commiserated with earth's brooding bars
We sense the lowering of lintels laden with white stars
As if nature was waiting for November’s cheerio
To deck the halls of hills and fields and boulevards with snow
Tonight, we sense a keener, meaner tone to After Dark
We shiver. Gone the melody of leaf-laughter and lark
The maniacs that hide and bide their time in lofty meads
Crawl from their sanctuaries and shake out their featherbeds
They rattle sky-high rafters over countryside and town
Until earth’s sweeps are swaddled in sheets of soft eiderdown
The river, a black sateen serpent slithers through the dell
December holds the door and bids November fond farewell
Adios until next year; may the days till your return
Unfold and spill like flowers into Bygone’s phantom urn
And may the echoes wafting in the wake of morrows met
Be as pure as the snowflake’s swirling, twirling pirouette
Tonight we put the kettle on and sip sweet, minty tea
We set sail on book-schooners to lands far, across the sea
We snuggle beneath blankets and count cozy blessings, oh
And thank God for each beauty that earth can never outgrow
Tonight the poet duels with the fuel of a poem
Tonight the tug of farewell tangles with the hug of home
© Janet Martin
Tonight we set sail on book-schooners...