L Milton Hankins Poet Monorhyme

End of November

November comes to a whimpering close
No harangues of wind or blustery snows,
Rather hopefully I watch as autumn goes
Thinking of wreaths and Christmas bows
The airwaves are filled with holiday shows
Elves are on the shelves, everyone knows,
Holiday parties where hard liquor flows
Reminds me I forgot to wind up the hose
But Mama has brought out heavier throws,
The yard is through with its seasonal mows
November sees the last of the pink rose,
And heavy socks now cover my chilly toes.

written November 28, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger November 30, 2021 at 9:17 PM Remember the cedar chest? "But Mama has brought out heavier throws," Made me think of my mother's cedar chest for the first time in maybe thirty or forty years, so thank you Hank! L Milton Hankins November 30, 2021 at 9:46 PM You're welcome. Thank you for the read.

Terry Flood November 29, 2021 at 11:15 AM Aha… so you know England then? Mind you, we just had some hefty winds and I lost Netflix for two days…RESULT!!! Nice November write. I kinda like when a frozen hose has defrosted just enough, so that you can turn the water on and an ice snake creeps from the end… only works with no sprayer attached. Terry L Milton Hankins November 29, 2021 at 12:03 PM Thanks, Terry. It freezes solid enough here that the hose generally splits, and that means buying a new hose every spring. Enjoyed your thoughtful comment.

Rico Leffanta November 29, 2021 at 10:34 AM I just received an Email a few minutes ago from someone else who forgot to wind up their hose . . . .Aloha! L Milton Hankins November 29, 2021 at 11:06 AM Well, I hope it didn't freeze! Aloha!

Malabika Ray Choudhury November 29, 2021 at 6:43 AM Love the perfect description of November in Monorhymes, Milton. You made it sound very lyrical. "Thinking of wreaths and Christmas bows" - same for me. Warm wishes ~ Mala L Milton Hankins November 29, 2021 at 8:11 AM Thanks, Mala. In my haste to get it on PS, I wrongly classified it as Alliteration. Got it fixed after a note from Jenna.

Jenna Logan November 29, 2021 at 3:45 AM Monorhymes are a bit tricky, but you've done a terrific job with this one, Milt. Soup mail. L Milton Hankins November 29, 2021 at 8:12 AM Thanks so much for calling this to my attention, Jenna. Must've had a brain freeze!

Joanna Daniel November 29, 2021 at 1:44 AM Brilliant monorhyme, Milton:) L Milton Hankins November 29, 2021 at 8:12 AM Thanks, Jo. It was an enjoyable write.

Jan Allison November 29, 2021 at 1:19 AM wonderful monorhyme Milt, hugs jan xx L Milton Hankins November 29, 2021 at 8:12 AM Thanks, Jan, I appreciate it.

Bill Baker November 28, 2021 at 9:19 PM A very thorough description of November, Milt. Nice rhythme to this one, I enjoy reflecting on the endings in November. Your Texas friend, Bill L Milton Hankins November 29, 2021 at 8:13 AM Thanks so much, Bill.