Sonnet November Poems

The sun sets leaping in fierce golden shafts
As days shift shorter with Winter’s warning
We seek emblazoned fires from the chilled drafts
That glaze windows from iced...

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How tall the naked oaks stood, and so bold
The sidewalks and my heart still damp with rain
The topaz twilight fades in shades of gold
As fallen...

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Is there space for me in your mind? A spare space for me, for my love. For my existence. How many things need to be...

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i lay stilled atop this muddied cold ground
a castaway like autumn's leaves deadened
unable, unwilling to move around
i sit bloodied, like skies of dawn, reddened

i am...

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Grey, depressed and soggy was the riverside shore
My toes plummeted into the lack luster mush.
The goose flesh clamminess invaded my pores
Far away from my favorite...

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SONNET FOR A FRIENDLY TAX MAN

Once more the seasons turn to time for change
The sun adjusts to lower its trajectory 
The fates have cause once...

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Beneath the cusp of Sagittarius
The archer stands to aim his arrow bold
Poised to reign on heaven's great nebulous
To pierce winter's heart to usher the cold

Early...

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I’m driving home; it is November first.
I see above me sky so blue and clear.
With gratitude my heart is sure to burst,
and all around are...

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The wind is whistling through the dead flower
For now all the insects have gone to sleep
Apples on the ground are becoming sour
Jumping in soggy leaves...

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In late November fam’lies gather ‘round
to always celebrate Thanksgiving Day;
with feast on table, turkey golden browned,
they fold their hands pretending that they pray.

They gorge themselves...

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Guelder flushed into rose, fruits translucent,
  dripping, but not ours. The birds had them;
  and the rowan's too before August was out.
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November days will lead to Winter's prize,
   and now, when we awake on colder days,
we know that Fall is planning her goodbyes
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When the air is chill and thrashing,
and the snow is thick and dashing,
and the breath of strangers fills the air 
in puffs of vapor flashing,

That's...

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 November trees of russet lace,
Where birds roost high on boughs and sing
A hymn for cycle’s  last embrace
That  graces Autumn’s  flight, winging.

Though...

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A silence all pervading, nothing moves,
the gentle hiss I hear is in my head
like record stylus placed into the groove.
Clouds form the upper circle overhead.
Orchestra...

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