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Eleven

The eleventh month, November, the month that takes a breath, As it's waiting. Waiting for a fickle sun to decide. Though sun's decision ever is to skim the sky with stealth, As if a painter's hand the vibrant stars of night has 'plied. The short days of muted light unwrap autumn's cold beauty, While thick blankets on a bed ensure an even slumber. This month of regimented hours calls us to our duty--- The great preparation for December's Holy number

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/10/2024 8:35:00 PM

This is quite a fine tribute to November. I certainly never thought of it this way. Thanks for helping me see this 'transition month' in a more positive light. ~ Gershon

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 4/10/2024 8:56:00 PM

Thank you.

Howard Kerr

Date: 1/8/2024 8:53:00 AM

Hilda, I’m most impressed by this apt portrayal of November and its pivotal winter role. The sky and sun and how they appear to the observer are a portent of things to come. This is very well reflected by you. Thanks as always for your review of Quietly We Trudge.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/9/2024 7:07:00 PM

Your comments are appreciated.

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 12/10/2023 1:45:00 PM

An excellent and lovely portrayal of the month of November. I loved the images and the final line, Hilda. hugs :)

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/10/2023 1:55:00 PM

Thank you. I think writing this poem helped in some way to get rid of the November blahs. I was hit with loneliness when I wrote it. December is a promise at the end of November.

Bill Baker

Date: 12/9/2023 5:44:00 PM

A thoughtful poem, my friend. I like your creative thoughts on the eleventh month and the coming month of December. Have a pleasant day! Bill

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/10/2023 1:51:00 PM

Thanks for your comment. It seems like November and December are joined at the hip. I just had to give it a try.

Speaks Volumes

Date: 11/30/2023 8:24:00 PM

Easy to see that you are a true poet. This has such meaning, and I adored your flippant description of December's Holy number ! I have read two and both gave me to smile broadly. I shall eventually read the rest with great anticipation. Well done.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 12/1/2023 5:37:00 PM

Thank you. Never stop smiling.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 11/29/2023 7:45:00 PM

I really the like the classic styling of your words and phrases, Hilda. This is a keeper! :) gw

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 11/29/2023 7:51:00 PM

Thank you.

Sotto Poet

Date: 11/29/2023 3:38:00 PM

Hilda, your eloquent poem has painted a vibrant tapestry with your words, truly capturing the essence of this great piece.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 11/29/2023 5:23:00 PM

Thank you.

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 11/29/2023 3:36:00 PM

Wow, how magnificently written is your poem!! You've given the reader such wonderful images of the 11th month....the month that hold's its breath. So true! November 'this regiment hours calls us to our duty...great preparation for December's holy number. You've captured the reason for November so eloquently. I have to fave this one. Have a splendid evening, Sara

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 11/29/2023 5:23:00 PM

I appreciate your comments. Truth is, I'm a little slow this year, and I didn't make good use of November. Lol.

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 11/29/2023 12:10:00 PM

Great imagery, though November is a sad month.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 11/29/2023 12:31:00 PM

I feel sad also. I also get tired (hibernate) in November. Thanks for the comment.

Silent One

Date: 11/29/2023 11:37:00 AM

You created vivid imagery in your words Hilda.. This one has been expressed so well..

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 11/29/2023 11:44:00 AM

Thank you.

Daniel Turner

Date: 11/29/2023 5:50:00 AM

Very nice, Hilda! Snowflakes will be falling soon to the sound of Xmas tunes:)

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 11/29/2023 7:11:00 AM

I expect snow soon. Thanks for reading