Between November and December

November comes down gliding on filmy wings, Bringing cool and dank days on her way Sweet it is to watch the spectacular changes she brings In a medley of colors, plants and trees proudly stay Earth puts on a finery no other season can beat In glinting flashes, the land and sky look so bright The delectable pumpkin pie is the season’s favorite treat As the day advances sunbeams fall in sparks of light . Early mornings come covered in snowy mist Soon leaves nose dive and mournfully weep The fallen leaves tremulously cry under our feet As their last goodbye before they finally fall asleep Evenings turn colorful with sinking sunlight, bleeding red Squirrels chatter noisily as they gather nuts in the wild As autumn tightens its grip, men retire early to bed Wind blows all through the month with a temper mild Soon the air turns chilly with blizzards coming in a row And winter waits impatient for its icy-cold embrace. The land will then be covered in a maze of snow. Even the last flower shall fall and fade from earth’s face The fallen dead leaves lying in piles and rotting away And the sound of wind whistling the dirge of November Bring to me the thought that we must all take leave one day Down on earth, fall and rot, thus be fodder for new life ever! Nov.13.2022 ~ Placed First~ November or December Poetry Contest Sponsor- Caren Krutsinger
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Clarke Avatar
January 1, 2023 at 6:01 AM
Congratulations on your winning placement. Happy New Year! :-)
Baker Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 3:56 PM
Nice imagery and descriptions of both November and December, Valsa. Smiles ~ Blessings Bill
Legros Kelley Avatar
November 14, 2022 at 11:41 AM
So vividly written, as reflective of life's ebbing last glimpses in this autumn to winter brilliantly penned poem Valsa! I love harvest season...our winter is mild, so we don't mind it where we live in the Southwest, but spring is a delight to look forward to and watch the rebirthing of the leaves and flowers!
Buhagiar Avatar
November 14, 2022 at 1:45 AM
Brilliant poem so full of imagery and metaphors. You depict life at its ending.
Dietrich Avatar
November 13, 2022 at 3:38 PM
very nice/ also reflective of life
Wolf Avatar
November 13, 2022 at 12:15 PM
'Fall and rot' -- somehow you've got me really looking forward to Spring and rebirth! Smiles, Gershon
Leffanta Avatar
November 13, 2022 at 11:26 AM
Even in death we are nourishing others . . .Aloha!
McBride  Avatar
November 13, 2022 at 10:47 AM
Amen love it my friend so much to gain from this besides the seasons, love and God bless you
Anaya Avatar
November 13, 2022 at 8:15 AM
Forgiveness is the fragrance the Lilac leaves on the heel that has just crushed it—Mark Twain Your added touch of a recycling earth and a bit of whimsy made me smile!
Poet Avatar
November 13, 2022 at 6:07 AM
Valsa, you have written an absolutely stunning poem. Like the leaves, we too shall fall to the ground and eventually wither away. Beautiful pictures of the fall season as it was about to end and winter was about to begin. A FAVORITE of mine. Good luck in the contest.
Pandit Avatar
November 13, 2022 at 5:22 AM
Exquisite images of departing autumn on the cusp of winter's frigid arrival. A FAVE from me for this revelry of seasons depicted by your gifted pen. Best to you, Valsa.
Gentile Avatar
November 13, 2022 at 5:21 AM
The life cycle as we know it you have so beautifully and poetically penned Valsa!! Crisp images gave me a chill! Good thing I'm having my coffee!! Happy Sunday xxoo
Cunningham Avatar
November 13, 2022 at 12:37 AM
Your message hits home Valsa. Autumn will come for us one day like the leaves we'll fade away. Tom
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