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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.