November
...carries the wilted weight of autumn
in its broken beauty
with fields of brown stalks,
unharvested pumpkins that rest like mislaid dreams
patient where they are
November, detached from the moorings of green
when golden leaves, sparse, cleave to skein branches
to thwart the creep of cold
the leaf brown baggage below curls at its edges
like fickle affection
and yet,
the busy abundance of harvest
foretell platters of gratitude
Thanksgiving
a mix of deliverance and charisma
tangible
like the elation of coming home
month of nocturnal stabs of frost bring foliage to weeping
L i s t e n
L i s t e n
to what murmurs beneath half frozen furrows
fields that know what pushes through seasonal loss
radical roots
stored in darkness
a spring-to-come growth
thronged with voices
that never lay
far below
the surface
Poem written November 6th, 2022
Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2022
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