Tag: november

a wistful wintering ahead

A poem about changes and the sadness surrounding them

Turn of the page

Now it is November’s turn of the page Bowing out on just the barest offering of olive branch Shaken tip to toe by boisterous winds from the North Taken off in storm ’til at last the last of the pageantry passes – (Stores of…

November now

Now the calendar has turned about face grudgingly I give the penultimate nod to November scenic layers of litter in umber tones for an umbral burial the earth moulders – inert in stone cold wormholes though songbird throats are warming up some melodies my…