November

Cherry

By Ray Schaufeld

Thu, 24 Nov 2016
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The clocks turn back, soon dusk will start at four

And guttered pumpkins bulk the wheelie bins.

 Geese fly from Canada on exhausted wings

And summer clothes are packed away once more.

 
Leaves swither, rain pounds roofs, flowers die away

And dismal poppies memorial pains display,

And flouncy sugary Christmas fails to raise
My waterlogged spirits - for well I know that days

Of squall, fog, drizzle, cold and sheeting rain
Will beat me down again, again, again

 
Till Easter at least, yet fireworks rip the sky,
Predictable winter woes may well prove false.
We can make warmth from friendship and from fire

From curry and soup -

                               

                                 And now November's waltz
Of frost I dance. Your flaws I must forgive.

You are my birthday month. Inside you I shall live.

 

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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

A visual treat and the dull heart comes through in its pace

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Thanks for your comment, Vera. I wrote this a few years back and my feelings for November come round each year.Thanks too for the cherries.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Birthday greetings, probably belated!

I liked the picture of 'swithering leaves', and empathised with 'waterlogged spirits'.
Friendship and soup are better warmers than the cheap, thin, fragile glitter that might be nice if not so overdone. Drowns out the reminder of the real help and love we can have from the coming of Eternal Life Light. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Thanks for reading and commenting Rhiannon. This time of year should be about peace and goodwill, the seasonal shopping binge is far less important. I like glitter and Christmas decorations, they brighten the dark. BTW my birthday was November 1st. All Saints Day. I was born 5.30am, not too far from Halloween. Thanks for the greetings.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I do like the glitter too, in the dark December days. But sometimes the just buoy up so much and suddenly disappear! Rh

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Thanks for your read and friendly comment Rosa. I think a lot of us have a bond with our birthday month. Many happy returnssmiley

BTW the line 'you are my birthday month' was the line I felt most 'unsure of' when I was editing this poem (I have played about with it on and off for about 6 years). I thought it was maybe a bit prosaic and possibly seemed a little naive. Then I said to myself 'for goodness sake keep it. It's true and everyone will understand it.' Glad I did.