November Sky
It is that time of year folks, when summer's lushness has passed through the fiery splendor and turned russet, preparing to fold icy blue in slumber. There is a lot in the month of November that gets seen as a negative, a dying of the land sort of thing, and I guess that is human nature.
But we must all sleep, you and I do it nightly, the earth has a bit of a longer workday, you see what I mean.
NOVEMBER SKY
November sky,a mottled gray sprawled
across the heavens
like an old, dozing elephant.
Winter approaches
over sloping, low roofs,
overturned boats slumbering
along the shores of drowsiness.
Oak trees scrabble for skylight
with gnarled, empty hands
knowing that decades of life
will burn to ash in seconds
within cast iron graves.
Strangers hunch against chill winds,
eyes cast down to rhythmic feet,
never meeting the eyes of others
unless by accident,
like hairs on a pillow
after an illness.
Cities lumber to a coiled crouch,
awaiting the icy bite of year’s end.
Farmland packs away harvest yield
to sustain through lean times,
and the world sleeps, alone.
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Shared with the DVerse Poets saying NO to the goodbye of warm weather!
©2013 Christopher Reilley
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So many memorable images here! I particularly enjoyed the oak tree stanza - all those years up in smoke.
ReplyDeleteI can really feel the need to sleep... if we could just hibernate as nature does.
ReplyDeleteThe long sleep is very necessary for both us and nature! Well done.
ReplyDeleteYours is an awesome description of No-vember!
ReplyDeleteOops, it’s Helen.
DeleteI adore your stanza on the oak trees. You know their hearts <3
ReplyDeleteNice one!
ReplyDeleteMuch💛love
I know those skies so well, Chris, especially here in North Norfolk, and we have overturned boats here on the Norfolk Broads, although most of the ones on our local moorings have been winched out and covered with tarpaulin. I love the elephant simile and the very clear image of strangers hunched against chill winds ‘eyes cast down to rhythmic feet’.
ReplyDeleteGreat description :)
ReplyDeleteThere's a reason animals hibernate. I feel that urge myself.
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