In Memory of November

In Memory of November November filled the gap to play the waiting game Recalling the past in quiet reflection A cold dark void of neither here nor there With beauty nonetheless As black pervades this month of loss And fading light relinquishes its hold A peace transcends all mournful life When one remembers Aflame the flickering waxy light That conquers invasive darkness Symbolic hope that paves the way Toward a winter solstice time of plenty While November’s pyrotechnic night of flare Heralds a cacophony of gunfire sounds Erupting in the sky to fall as fragile poppies And thus to rest upon the sanguine soil November remembers and sings a requiem A shrewd eyed crow in shiny funeral dress struts his stuff Amid the summer remnants of decay Then alights upon a skeletal branch to watch the sleeping world And there to pause awhile in memory