November Morning

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It speaks to me;
from cream softened oranges and greens disenchanted
confers

and in turn pours into my veins and lifts,
November dreary, dour and dark

when deeper truths trickle from walls that are spicedโ€”
I can never complain that years have been wasted,
as the wind breaks in
and sourwood blushes; itโ€™s much too easy to give up,
to disintegrate.
The half-light of morning scatters reveries that once used
to be mine,

perhaps it too is aware of the dangers of mitigationโ€”
as fallen leaves
curl upon the ground and hint;
beauty and pain are two sides
of the same coin.

And now caffeinated tears are being replaced,
tell me,
what can possibly be more fulfilling?
November dreary, dour and dark flows freely into my pen;
sketching all thatโ€™s possible as wisdom settles in,
we are finally one.

 

 

 

Photo credits: Miss. Pink. Coconut Illustrations, Pinterest

For my prompt at dVerse Pub, where I invite others to
contemplate the month of November. Come join us! ๐Ÿ’

Posted for Poetics: “What does November mean to you?” @ dVerse Pub

46 Replies to “November Morning”

  1. The “dreary, dour and dark” fit November so well, but maybe being inspiring in the same way as ink.

    Writing in darkness is better than sun.

  2. This sets the November mood for me, dreary and dark, with the half light of the morning. This is also my time for reflection so I hope for some of that wisdom settling in.

    Thanks for hosting.

    1. Thank you so much, Grace ๐Ÿ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you ๐Ÿ’„โค๏ธ

      (You are most welcome! Thank you for writing)

  3. I love the shift from โ€˜cream softened oranges and greensโ€™ to โ€˜dreary, dour and darkโ€™, typical November, and the lovely sound of โ€˜deeper truths trickle from walls that are spicedโ€™. I also love โ€˜November dreary, dour and dark flows freely into my penโ€™ and, of course, what flows out.

  4. “November dreary, dour and dark flows freely into my pen;
    sketching all thatโ€™s possible as wisdom settles in,
    we are finally one.”

    Very dark and wonderfully written, Sanaa! I agree with you very much.

  5. The opening is exotic, but the poem sinks into the familiar dullness of November. I don’t know whether to be resigned or to see it as an opportunity.

    1. For me, November is usually a time when I attempt to rise despite feeling resigned. Thank you so much, Jane ๐Ÿ™‚ so good to see you ๐Ÿ’„โค๏ธ

  6. You have really found delight in the darkness of Autumn here, Sanaa:
    ‘I can never complain that years have been wasted,
    as the wind breaks in
    and sourwood blushes’
    – I love these lines: no regret for anything that has passed and joy in the sparse beauty as Autumn turns to winter!

  7. “when deeper truths trickle from walls that are spiced”
    This line really sets the stage for your poem as beautiful words continue to flow! I am greatly enjoying reading your words as the TV continues to drone on into the night, I am there with your fallen leaves, curling upon the ground, oh the beauty and pain of November!

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