How it tugs at tender heartstrings; November's bronze-brown-blue-grey...
Suddenly we are all children gazing wide-eyed...
...at the Creator's reminder of love's many-splendored hues
"look! it's raining, marveled the 2 1/2 year old little boy,
as we gazed agape at God's symbol of promise, that without rain, cannot be seen!
How it tugs at tender heartstrings; November's bronze-brown-blue-grey
How it woos Surrender's smarting as fall's fading ballads play
As the sassy zephyr swindles hues of scarlet-yellow-red
As a beloved Maestro dwindles leaf-montages overhead
How we wish time didn't hurry like the homeward trek of feet
Or like leaves that scuttle, scurry and cartwheel 'cross yard and street
How like lonely shepherds, shadows scale the slopes at eventide
How November's sheave-shorn meadows cast a quiet countryside
How the part that balks and reasons rocks the heart with poetry
How the quiescence of the seasons taunts Want's bent of vanity
How the rebel wind rants, reckless, where once rustling cornfields gleamed
Akin to grief, raw and restless where once winsome Dreamer dreamed
How the ache of farewells, meted in each fallen leaf, runs wild
Yet, beauty is not defeated; wonder is a laughing child
Where the canvas of November showcases the Artist's law
Earth, a hearth of dying embers, kindles hearts with unplumbed awe
Where the sweep of furrows, umber, slumber, green and gold bereft
Where no onlooker can number what remains of autumns left
Where solitude of November stokes a haunting melody
Strains of 'Nothing stays forever' wafts across the bloom-doffed lea
Autumn's Anthem spills unbidden; how its lyrics lilt and swirl
Suddenly we are all children, universal boy and girl
Gazing wide-eyed, meeker, kinder, at November's stunning dues
At the Creator's reminder of love's many-splendored hues
How it tugs at tender heartstrings; sorrow in its finest form
Hones a sense of hope where Parting, takes the world by golden storm
Loosed Leaf startles grief with gladness, tango of ten-thousand-(thousand) feet
Dares the Dancer to brave sadness like November, Bittersweet
© Janet Martin
Parting, takes the world by golden storm...
Daring the Dancer to brave sadness
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