November scorns the solstice soul that pines
for peony-paths and mocks monarda-missing
summer mind. It jeers at June-robbed jeopardy
of heliotrope-heaven heart, its jabs severe
and stinging, its insults hard and harsh.
It torments August spirit, sunset-swindled,
and thumbs its nose at nostalgia for nasturtiums,
orange-bold. It cheats carnation-cravings,
offering but bleak and barren boughs, essence
bud-embezzled and blossom-burglarized. It derides
late-falling dusk, now darkness-damned,
and ridicules red-coral skies with turquoise taunt.
But yet November’s stars are caret-cut, no con
nor counterfeit these diamonds that do not defraud,
but deal in candid clarity, a lesson therein taught.
For if the choice is made to note this month’s
sincere straightforward mien, such sparkling
solace lifts and lightens melancholy mood.
Author notes
Just dealing with the imminent winter...
Please tell me what you think
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Hmmmmmmmmmm.. Simply marvelous Carol! I was just noticing the clarity of the stars last night. I do not know the scientific explaination, but does it really matter!
Wonderful word use and imagery!
Bravo!
Marianne
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Thanks
Thank you, Marianne. The scientific explanation doesn't matter at all, but they surely are bright this time of year - a nice perk of the incipient winter.
Carol
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Thank you!
Thank you, Richard. I almost always deal with a bout of S.A.D. at this time of year, and one again in late January, when I am sick of shovelling and there is no end in sight. You are right - when we translate such emotions into poetry, therein lies much healing - the positive ending simply wrote itself, and that came from somewhere...
Carol -
Awesomizing!
Awesomizing work, Carol. The alliteration alone is remarkable, but the clarity and description are dazzling. And the seasons do affect us, and translating it into poetry is surely a good thing. When we put it down and examine it, we also know we are getting through it intact...
Richard
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