November seems one of the best months of the year for poetry. Poetry in Autumn can do something for the soul, either settling into it like the chill of the wind settles into one's bones, or warming it like a blazing fire warms one's hands...
November
by Erika Mehlhaff
November brings melancholy.
There is rain...and wind.
There is a coldness that
Rounds out the days
And surrounds us like a shell,
Empty and strange and colorless and anemic...
And yet...
November brings peace.
There is rain...and wind.
There is a warmth that
Rounds out the days
And surrounds us like a shroud,
Open and familiar and radiant and sanguine...
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Happy November to one and all...
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