November morning

 

November morning unfolds

heavy fog, drizzled grey sky, strewn apple seeds -

northern wind grows bleak and old

as maple trees stand bare, beads

of light knuckled by darkness, stalk-thin as reeds

Winter season turns the field

to ice; rose shrubs to broken sticks, fluff to stone-

the weeping willow, half-keeled,

waits out the cold, still alone

we stumble in thick socks, knitting warmth from bone

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form is Spanish Lira.  This is a stanza form of 5 lines, with 7-11-7-7-11 using the consonant rhyme of aBabB.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thank you for your visits and comments.

November

The leaves are speckled yellow gold          

Scattering dust on field, so cold                  

Where is the summer sun's chatter            

As sky turns grey and lake iced blue          

Birds and bees have flown away, true        

Late autumn serves harvest platter            

Filled with melancholy.   Night clings          

Of ripeness.   Awaiting sweet sting             

Of last breaths.  How you live matters     

Sugar Maple Tree

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november

creeps in, a foggy morning

a blur of maple & birch

leaves are falling into heap

weaving colorful & soft bed

do you recall the burning

fires of dawn, or the time we

went bazaar shopping for cheap

clothes, munching on sugar bread

but your face is blank, warning

me that your memories are

sliding into deeper sleep-

this is something we long dread-

in overcoming mourning

you forget - life is now - leap!

           Autumn leaves                    

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  The poetry form is a bref double form, with 3 quatrains and a couplet.  I have used the rhyme scheme of a-x-b-c for the quatrian and a-b for the couplet.  See you at 3pm EST when the pub doors open for more poetry.

November sky is

 

a coarse wrapping paper 

i uncover

with my ink-smudged hands

i expect nothing but bleakness,

faded maple leaves, deadheaded flowers

in this red poppy box

night descends by 5 pm

darkness becomes a womb, 

a church, smell of incense for prayers for the dead-

(less 1 hour, 30 candles)

yet on first day, flicker of frost

whitest of fluff rains down

this is nature's quartet:   winter 

an aperture

where the soul song of maple trees

trills with cries of the geese & gulls-

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - November Poetics, hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.  We had our first frost in November 1st.   Thanks for your visits and comments.

November collections

I collect words
    they smell of coconut oil and thyme

I soak them in water
    warm as silent ocean, soft as clouds

Some of them swim to the
    blue map, ringing of certainty

But some of them gnaw 
    on my insides, growing eyes

Lidded with petals & loops
    raising questions & veins of wants

I breathe the tissue of my darkness    
    reeling in/out of my every heartbeat 

Come out of my mouth 
    before the year grows old with snow-

Posted for dVerse Open Link Night, hosted by Toni (Kanzensakura)  ~  A second offering for Lillian's prompt.   hanks for your visit.

November

the wind is blade
of ice, cutting through the skin-
November sky is wrinkled  
in steel- blue fur & grey scarf-
the fallen leaves dot
streets in golden light & fading ink-

in the yellow-domed cathedral
the people light candles for the dead
and bring fresh flowers & rain-
soaked mourning cards
for some, the memories of departed souls
is a fleeting strain of music
light as whiff of red roses

for others, grief is heavy as winter boots 
pounding the cobbled stones
searching for signs
to go somewhere, anywhere
but this void, festering wound
slowly turning the bones to stone

i wait for sunsets
magnificent light show 
of bleeding purple, 
bristling orange & raunchy scarlet ribbons, 
thick with wild-eyed ardor
for life, ever unfolding-     

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Half moon in November

                                                         Grace@Everyday Amazing



my bony fingers
searched for your shoulder of green
under the half-sliced moon
but instead I tasted bittersweet
tang of the first snow flurries
pared by November's howling wind-



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