Notice how the morning’s have grown cold,
Overnight November shooed away their red and gold.
Venus offered nothing to a bruised and paling sky, as
Embers of the seasons past begin to fall and die.
More glory than the spring, a colour-scape so tender
Beauty and the beast?, proclaim it’s annual agenda
Express the wide world over, the season, (and it must,)
Relentlessly surrender, earth-to-earth and dust to dust.
Author notes
A NOVEMBER acrostic
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Comments
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Outstanding
I enjoyed reading this. The imagery was well-chosen and thoughtful- I loved:
a bruised and paling sky
You also gave a sense of the passing of the year of the seasons changing relentlessly- whether we are ready for the changes or not. The poem flows effortlessly and the rhyme was strong to. Over all
an excellent poem. Thank you for posting.

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the fireworks seems like the dischord of the world, and relentless frictions, and the fireworks, hopefully, in world terms will be a damp squib, but not in this. Lovely job,


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Nice
November has never sounded so beautiful as it marks here the beginning of a winter. Life surrendering to the "end" season. A soft, reflective write and full of delicate imagery...alby





