Love Letter to the month of November

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Peach stones show just how important it is to let go
of all that no longer serves;
crimson, almost darker than a drop of blood,
of leaves autumnal,
I never imagined I would write a love letter to the month of November
and yet here I am,
it’s conspicuous,
we are not the cloistered people we were months ago
but passel!
If you can read this,
I don’t know,
is there any reason as to why it should feel so wholesome,
a warm kitchen aroma
as peaches transition to cobbler;
when your fingers seal off the gaps between mine.
I was once told how autumn captivates with gold,
when life starts all over again
with the crispness of wind, when every leaf is a poem,
an answer.

Maybe tomorrow’s winter sojourn won’t seem so desolate,
I’d like to believe the era of new dawn has emerged
both politically
and psychologically for the nation, and moreover for the world
that continues to look upon—
medium violet, cerise, berry and damask
this feeling,
that follows as rays touch and reaffirm; we’ve finally managed to break through,
we’ve finally managed to break through!

 

 

 

Photo credits: Joseph Zbukvic Painting, Pinterest

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Posted for Poetics: Poetry as Witness @ dVerse Poets Pub

 

38 Replies to “Love Letter to the month of November”

  1. your joy and lightness of spirit radiates throughout this colourful poem!

    Congrats you did it … the rest of the world sighs with relief except the orange monsters three best mates that were no doubt rewarding him well to betray his own country … hopefully he will flee into exile soon to avoid all the charges awaiting him

  2. What a fine letter to November and to the achievement of getting through – and for those still cloistered (or cloistered again) – such a hopeful piece. The details – the peach stone, the crisp wind and those wonderful colours bring this sensual piece to life.

  3. Lots of colour in this poem, Sanaa, and the relief at no longer being cloistered is palpable. My favourite lines:
    ‘…life starts all over again
    with the crispness of wind, when every leaf is a poem,
    an answer.’

  4. Yes, yes, this grandiose sigh of relief, even midst Covid death, and economic and climate issues, is welcome beyond imagination; as is your lyrical and lovely peace. Ode to November, indeed. A terrific “witness poem” for sure–we are all witnesses to the chaotic Trump anomaly.

  5. Your poem brings so much hope and positive thoughts. Such a relief that changes can come , as life can start all over again.

    Perhaps we can look back at these time and shout:
    we’ve finally managed to break through!

    Hope your job prospects come through.

  6. This is stunning, Sanaa – I love it! So full of captivating imagery and optimism:
    ‘I was once told how autumn captivates with gold,
    when life starts all over again
    with the crispness of wind, when every leaf is a poem,
    an answer.’
    In this season of supposed death it does seem that new hope is being born.

  7. So so excellent, tender, beautiful, powerful, and very hopeful. You reached to where my spirit is at the moment. We are almost there with the purge, but I believe I can hold on. November feels warmer than usual… 🙂

  8. “is there any reason as to why it should feel so wholesome,
    a warm kitchen aroma
    as peaches transition to cobbler;
    when your fingers seal off the gaps between mine.”

    That is so wonderful, warm, contentment encapsulated… sigh

  9. This is an amazing post! The first three lines…..the idea of the peach stone showing it wise to let go…and what happens if we do not. What an amazing image!
    And of course the rest of the poem is equally as descriptive and pointed. Witness poetry indeed!

  10. I love your phrase, “when your fingers seal off the gaps between mine” which to me is the heart of the poem. Everything else complements it with colour and feeling and vibrant sensations. So very beautiful, Sanaa! What a pleasure to read.

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