November wind challenges, chafes, cuts to the core. Conspiring clouds curdle the sky, smother gasping sun. It’s a time of grief, of ashes, of brevity, dusty loss. Gusts sweep away memories, orphaned leaves scratch at headstones. Stubborn whispers -- graven names, are scrubbed of sound in keening wind.
Brr! It’s difficult not to brace against the cold but when we relax and invite it (cold, grief) in to settle, we can become accustomed to it, adjust and move forwards. Lovely piece.
November really does bite a little harder than the rest, doesn’t it? The way you wrote it feels like walking through that wind myself—sharp, grey, but strangely honest. Loved how the grief sits quietly between the lines, like something the season teaches without trying.
Thank you so much, Asuka! I appreciate your generous words -- and "something the season teaches without trying." That's a whole poem right there!
I've set aside time this morning to read your book. I've seen the chapters go past, but didn't want to start in the middle. And I see you've reposted the first one, so here I go ....
I really liked that. It really seemed to capture the personality of the season as it becomes more persistent and brings a with it that creeping early-evening darkness and colder feel throughout November.
Brr! It’s difficult not to brace against the cold but when we relax and invite it (cold, grief) in to settle, we can become accustomed to it, adjust and move forwards. Lovely piece.
Aww, thank you B! Yes, exactly. Embracing it, feeling it all, makes the spring all the sweeter. Thank you, bless you!
November really does bite a little harder than the rest, doesn’t it? The way you wrote it feels like walking through that wind myself—sharp, grey, but strangely honest. Loved how the grief sits quietly between the lines, like something the season teaches without trying.
Thank you so much, Asuka! I appreciate your generous words -- and "something the season teaches without trying." That's a whole poem right there!
I've set aside time this morning to read your book. I've seen the chapters go past, but didn't want to start in the middle. And I see you've reposted the first one, so here I go ....
So spare and lovely.
Ah, thanks so much, Miner!
Somber! November calls for this kind of poetry.
Thanks so much, Stephen!
I really liked that. It really seemed to capture the personality of the season as it becomes more persistent and brings a with it that creeping early-evening darkness and colder feel throughout November.
Thank you so much for your kind comments!
Clean, elegant, and succinct: I’m going outside now to walk through your poem!
Thank you so much for that thought. The sea must have added a mournful sound to that visit.
Thank you so much! That means a lot to me.
As it happens, I stumbled across an old cemetery this weekend and immediately thought of your poem. Only this time one had a view of the sea.
"curdle the sky" is a perfect description I never thought of before
Thank you, Travis!
Beautifully bleak landscape. I can feel the cold keeping wind.
Thank you, Ray!