Feeble leaves float
freely,
Seasonal wellbeing alters.
Swallows in flight mode,
Sunnier climates beckon.
Woolly wraps ease shivers,
Warmth clings internally.
Firewood scent hangs
still,
Logs lend a heavenly glow.
Candles cast topaz
shadows,
Musical notes test
memories.
Another year drifts into
time,
Poppies bring a remembrance.
Old lives held in solemn silence,
Hark November’s darkish
days.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 04/11/2013
My least favorite month...but now you've reminded me that though November is our dark month, it also casts special lights all its own. Thank you, Eileen.
ReplyDeletefirewood scent...tpaz shadows...you really set the fall atmosphere and scene...the poppies bringing in the season of rememberence as well
ReplyDeleteEileen,
ReplyDeleteI'm already missing the summer and even the fall as we are expecting a snow storm tomorrow.
(and the dark nights that arrive at 5pm, oh, that I so dislike)
But I really did enjoy your poem on November.
Love this line ...
*Candles cast topaz shadows*
Oh, I must thank you for your most kind words on my last poem, so very appreciated.
Eileen, you have certainly captured the November mood here. Indeed, seasonal wellbeing alters...I am affected by the seasons, and I definitely feel the switch. Thank goodness though for those topaz candles, which bring needed light to the season & also for the warmth and glow of the fire in the fireplace. As we hark November's darkish days, we have to remember that there will once again be brighter days ahead. I enjoyed your poem, Eileen.
ReplyDeletea tinge of sadness, but a sweet lyrical style - very cool piece
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