Friday, November 4, 2022

November Ballad

A few frames of the first four days of November...

I penned the first stanza on Monday, a blustery, rainy harbinger
to a gorgeous, sunny week that somehow 
*pulled its carpet out from under me before 
I had a chance to return to assemble the lines playing a ballad in my heart!
Instead of its original intent of October farewell
it turned into a November welcome!

below, a few 'carpet-tatters'😅











Leaf-decoupage decks rain-washed walks and lanes
Yard is a bed with crinkled counterpanes
Hearth is aflicker with fizzles and sputs 
Blue jay-bullies bicker, squirrel gathers nuts
And on yonder slope where corn tassels tossed
Umber furrows glisten with tinsel of frost

Garden-plots slumber until it is spring
Last squash and pumpkins are all gathered in
Shiny red chestnuts shed prickly, brown coats
River is dappled with fleets of leaf boats
Woodland is winnowed of whisper and sigh
Leaf awnings lower to let in the sky

Day breaks through molds of gold and amethyst
Landscapes are lavished with murmurs of mist
Wind choreographs lone-leaf pirouettes
Dusk, a brusque backdrop for stark silhouettes
Etched on a skyline of shiver and brr
Earth, like a deserted amphitheater

…After the crowds saw what they came to see
Quietness thunders with chick-a-dee-dee
After the rustling and rushing of feet
Silence amplifies echoes, bittersweet
As if a season of laughter and play
Was raked into heaps and trundled away

...while new generations learn toil's ethics 
Simple as helping to load leaves and sticks
Feeling the fervor of favor's delight
Of honest labor's hearty appetite 
Earning the happiness of high fives won (or in this case, jelly beans)
Tasting the sweetness of a job well done

November nips at hearts, noses and ears
While we come to grips with the blip of years
Tuning a tug of war, hold-and-release
Painting a minimalist’s masterpiece
After a palette of color, windblown
November showcases russet and brown

© Janet Martin

my childcare-tots inspired this stanza.... they were SO happy to help!

...while new generations learn toil's ethics 
Simple as helping to load leaves and sticks
Feeling the fervor of favor's delight
Of honest labor's hearty appetite 
Earning the happiness of high fives won
Tasting the sweetness of a job well done








I lamented to Little Lad about how
we were raking up one of my very favorite sounds in the world...
the rustle of leaves under feet!
So, he accommodated my suggestion of 'saving the sound'💖



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