It’s Poetics Tuesday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week our prompt is to write about November and what it means to us.
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Papyrus-like leaves flutter
in November’s sharp breeze
grasping at what used to be:
reluctant to let go
of their lifeless branches
once lush and green.
Listless gray clouds
hovering and morose
replace the smiling
sunshine and tranquil
blue skies that seemed
never-ending.
But it had to end
because everything must.
Yet, we are always blindsided
by the inevitable.
This is incredibly potent! I love the “listless gray clouds,” .. November has wisdom attached to it even though its darker than the rest of the months. 💝💝
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Dead and dying leaves are, indeed, papyrus-like. In fact, papyrus reminds me of Egyptian mummies, which sort of fits with the theme of this poem. It is always hard when things come to an end, even though people know intellectually that it must happen at some point.
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A lovely snapshot of November, Susan. We have that sharp breeze today; not many leaves left to flutter, except for the ones on the stubborn willow, definitely ‘reluctant to let go’. Thankfully, yesterday’s grey has given way to a brilliant blue, but I know those listless clouds well. Who knows what it will be like tomorrow? We may be blindsided yet again.
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We are all sometimes like the leaves, “grasping at what used to be and reluctant to let go.” Perhaps there’s a lesson there!
Blindsided indeed, or maybe it’s denial …. I decided to ’embrace’ winter a few years ago. Where I live in Central Oregon, we can have snow, ice, below zero temps. Facing them with a ‘crooked’ smile helps (sometimes. I enjoyed your poem ….
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Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is