Hilda Greenhough Poet Rhyme

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 April 10, 2024 at 8:35 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 April 10, 2024 at 8:56 PM Thank you.

Howard Kerr January 8, 2024 at 8:53 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 March 9, 2024 at 7:07 PM Your comments are appreciated.

Evelyn Judy Buehler December 10, 2023 at 1:45 PM An excellent and lovely portrayal of the month of November. I loved the images and the final line, Hilda. hugs :) Hilda Greenhough December 10, 2023 at 1:55 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 December 9, 2023 at 5:44 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 December 10, 2023 at 1:51 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 November 30, 2023 at 8:24 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 December 1, 2023 at 5:37 PM Thank you. Never stop smiling.

Gershon Wolf November 29, 2023 at 7:45 PM I really the like the classic styling of your words and phrases, Hilda. This is a keeper! :) gw Hilda Greenhough November 29, 2023 at 7:51 PM Thank you.

Sotto Poet November 29, 2023 at 3:38 PM Hilda, your eloquent poem has painted a vibrant tapestry with your words, truly capturing the essence of this great piece. Hilda Greenhough November 29, 2023 at 5:23 PM Thank you.

Victor Buhagiar November 29, 2023 at 12:10 PM Great imagery, though November is a sad month. Hilda Greenhough November 29, 2023 at 12:31 PM I feel sad also. I also get tired (hibernate) in November. Thanks for the comment.

Silent One November 29, 2023 at 11:37 AM You created vivid imagery in your words Hilda.. This one has been expressed so well.. Hilda Greenhough November 29, 2023 at 11:44 AM Thank you.

Daniel Turner November 29, 2023 at 5:50 AM Very nice, Hilda! Snowflakes will be falling soon to the sound of Xmas tunes:) Hilda Greenhough November 29, 2023 at 7:11 AM I expect snow soon. Thanks for reading