Here We Are, Halfway through November

    Here we are, halfway through November
       What happened to July, August and September

    Looking forward to the ‘big three holidays’
       Who remembers July 4th’s barbecue blaze

    Sweltering summer long forgotten
       Cool days of Autumn now begotten

    Time never pauses; it simply hurries on
       Look back too long ~ the future’s come and gone
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Ashley Avatar
November 18, 2024 at 6:24 PM
Dear Gershon, your poem brims with insightful brevity. Your final couplet bears the bare truth beautifully. Warmest wishes my poet friend.. ~Susan
Bauer Avatar
November 18, 2024 at 1:39 PM
Well said, Gershon!
Goldsmith Avatar
November 18, 2024 at 12:05 PM
What a fun/cute write. Were does all the time go??? Have a fun day writing away.............
Read Avatar
November 18, 2024 at 8:27 AM
It seems the older one gets the faster time seems to fly. Have a lovely evening Gershon.
Tor Avatar
November 18, 2024 at 6:38 AM
Where does the time go Gershon? A thousand years is like a day to our Lord. time doesn't stand still we are experiencing that. Thanks for sharing and you reminded me to get that turkey at 88 cents a pound. Thanks giving is almost here... Boy does time fly... lol
Gauthier Avatar
November 18, 2024 at 6:23 AM
Wonderful brevity with strong truths ~ time certainly does fly by. Excellent rhymes and perfect flow ~
Lawless Avatar
November 18, 2024 at 4:40 AM
Ah yes, the winter triathlon ....thanks giving, christmas, new years....and then...a darkness falls until St. Paddy turns the rivers green.....
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November 17, 2024 at 8:53 PM
Yes. And adventure in every season. Yet, November tires me. Your poem is very descriptive of November.
Wolf Avatar
November 17, 2024 at 9:00 PM
Me, too, Hilda... November is a shock to the system, esp. with that awful time change! Seems as if the day is over before it even gets started! ~ Here's to sunshine and flowers, Gershon
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