Autumn November Poems

November

November, the beginning of the month, autumn is still shining and waving
A low ray of light breathes hope and gives warmth
It's cold, an invisible frost...

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Plenty perfect pumpkin plants.
Piles promote pickers;
People preparing pumpkin pies.
Porch provides pumpkin presentations
   ...plump, petite, pretty.
Pumpkin products prove palatable....

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November, December
The coals are burning bright
Remember that ember
A beacon in the night

Frosty blue
A tranquil hue
From crystal sky to sea
The colors true
In drops of dew
That glitter...

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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...

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Bleakness

A story of an

Outward blanket

Of whiteness and cold..

Overwhelming perhaps..

Reflections arise of the

Amazing sudden change..

In the story may also arise

A sense of no-time

A sense of no-changing:

No-changing...

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  What is November but October's leaving 
                ...

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They fall gently as of softly fallen snow.  Then lay upon the solemn earth for a time, until winds pick them up and let...

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A wind, sharp and cold
Leaves the trees shaven,
Of such colors bold
Yet, in my mind are graven

Come November days
Less sunlight remains, 
Where it stayed and plays
Filtering,...

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November’s peace sings to my soul,
Like the echo of gentle hope, restful 
Resonating beyond love who can make me whole,
Silencing my fears, painting me zestful,

November’s...

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autumn so cold breeze 
closed to each other to warm
and feeling cozy...

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After five days of nonstop rain, I simply must go outside. I bundle up, slip my hands into my gloves, walking briskly toward the nearby...

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Dark
Bitter
Autumn frost
Trees left barren
Coated fallen leaves
Blanket dank ground
Fresh snow flakes
Now cleanse
Bright...

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           hum 
         of wind 
 ...

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An Indian summer
decamps, marches South
like a defeated army.

Coats are pulled out of closets,
cars winterized.
Wizards in long white robes
hunt the moans of castaway witches.

Autumn memories lure...

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Rich
colors
fly away
Southbound birds too
Lovely November
of lonely skies
pink clouds glide
Sun sinks
rich...

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