Wrapping a pall about the moon. That full title explains what the poem is about – and it was probably based on a real event, when Burns accidentally destroyed a mouse’s nest while ploughing a field. Percy Bysshe Shelley wrote this poem in 1820. Doth darker and colder grow, No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! And a late bird wings across, Half-vacant thoughts and rhymes of careless form; Neath ivied oak; and mutter to the storm. And let them toll—the summer fled, Are kept alive in the snow. Much have I spoken of the faded leaf; Gone Mr. Bryant's golden-rod, The robin will wear on his bosom A pause, in which all nature stands aghast, Every holiday, including Thanksgiving, is a fun time to share holiday poems. Lies a wan corse amidst her mouldering bays: It is titled “The Second Coming.” It … With silver lamp in hand, to close. Summer was kind to the wayfaring one, It was a summer thought, and pass'd away For drip, drip, drip, from bare branch-tip, The year must perish; all the flowers are dead; Where cold winds cannot blow. Then as if, pitiful, her heart did yearn, Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! ►. With louder voice and naked arms wide tossed, Orchard and field in a veil of rain, How Dick would hate the cold …. In sorrow at the sight; debris from space. though it be so Save for some clinging foliage here and there; It stills no whit the pain; Fire and Ice discusses whether the world will … A moment more and the fierce northern steeds I come, a sad November day, A noon day rest by the water's edge & the gist of this list. Illinois State University. No matter how hard you try, 4. And that side of the haze. Remembrance and regret. John Clare, ‘The Shepherd’s Calendar: November’. This poem by the poet best-known for two other poems, ‘The Song of the Shirt’ and ‘I Remember, I Remember’, uses the first two letters of the month of November as a jumping-off point for the bareness and absence which mark this cold, late autumn month. Robert Burns, ‘ To a Mouse ’.. Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! Against the pure and paling light Helen Hunt Jackson 6. The plains, that seem without a bush or tree, ~James Rigg, "November," Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897 I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. The sheaves are gathered; and the mottled quail My heart's Ideal, that somewhere out of sight Changing the brown to gray, the brilliant red to brown, Summer was marvelous sweet; and yet: November days and a bright wood fire; Save for some clinging foliage here and there; And pours the stream of life to her spent child: The desert air grows strangely soft and mild. I find sweet peace in depths of autumn woods, I would forget the perished leaves To aid the spring of life perennial; The Break Away. Walter de la Mare 3. While the sweet last-left damsons from the bough The lifeless forms of those he lately loved. I never knew that about the Art of Noise, but I’ll have to go and have a listen! Her curtains all of snow, Are rusty and broken. The Month of November Poetry, Quotations, Sayings, Facts, Information, Quips, Aphorisms, Lore "Over the river and through the woods Trot fast my dapple gray. The full title of this poem is ‘To a Mouse, On Turning Her up in Her Nest with the Plough, November 1785’. The winds and frosts have stripped the woodlands bare, There fell a pearl like mist that straightway wrought Of Winter's ruthless tempest, which lays waste When thistle-blows do lightly float Shares 52031. O’ foggage green! Now silent slips away as one who hears a foe behind, To bloom the brighter when the Maker’s hand A few prosaic days Thomas Hardy, ‘At Day-Close in November’. Dear Heart, in heaven's high portico The low wind wails—a voice of pain. Another, and the topmost branches bow November. No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! Verses that celebrate The Almighty God and His Son Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior. Wishing its melody belonged to me, A. E. Housman, ‘The night is freezing fast’. Published: 1920. Doth sap their very vitals and enwrap But never mind, Them fast in winter’s death. And then, you see, I'm not all gray; The mock-bird's dumb, no more with cheerful dart: Float past like specks in the eye; I recognised it instantly from my youth when I fell in love with the music of The Art of Noise. A little golden light And, sad or glad, we feel our work nigh done, I love thee, rude and boisterous as thou art; Nature, the loving mother, lifts her urn And the loveliest way-side blossom And in his veins the long-fled ardors burn. November is here and soon we’ll cheer, Happy Thanksgiving Day! Old loves and hopes, the youth of me And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast, Whether about animals, family life, or goofy people, they're all … A few incisive mornings, Unparadised, Earth seems to share his doom, Are all the blooms I know, Interesting Literature is a participant in the Amazon EU Associates Programme, an affiliate advertising programme designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by linking to Amazon.co.uk. Post was not sent - check your email addresses! Check out our Thanksgiving and Fall poetry for kids, too! Sweep against the stars …, When Ezra Pound left Imagism, the short-lived poetic movement he’d founded in 1912, fellow American Amy Lowell duly took over as leader of Imagism (or ‘Amy-gism’ as Pound disparagingly referred to it thereafter). It amazes me some of the words that have been written, and if that isn’t an ignorant comment, I don’t know what is . The cricket chirp upon the russet lea, With foulës song; Oc now … Lord God, the winter has been sweet and brief …. No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day -. A pallor soft and clear. Edward Thomas, ‘There’s Nothing Like the Sun’. Sharing Fun Thanksgiving Poems for Kids. Over frozen fields and forests brown, There must be rough, cold weather, Without which no life is, nor can exist, Are with me from the past; Doth warn of his approach. The dying fall of the cinquain is brilliantly capitalised on here with the use of the very word ‘fall’ in the final line to describe the falling leaves: ‘The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees / And fall.’. When sweetest Mayflowers grow. Where grow the ragged ferns and roughened moss; I love thee, rude and boisterous as thou art; Mid thy uproarious madness—when the start, Into hoarse fury, till the shower set free. Over mounds with headstones gray, The year must perish; all the flowers are dead; Runs in the stubble, but the lark has fled! Like New Year chimes from midnight bells. Shall murmur by the hedge that skim the way, Haply, where blue Saronic waves are blown, These chilly northern waters creep and moan. The vine leaves against the brick walls of my house, Summer is gone; but summer days return; For autumn charms my melancholy mind. One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air. With sweeping garment of a misty hue, The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon, When done the journey... Read More. And his sad lapse reflect in her decay. The penitent and eager soul. Seek low their shelter. About the pasture height, cannonballs from castle walls. Of saddened passion dims their tender light, Sealed are the spicy valves; And Mr. Thomson's sheaves. At door and window pane. Enter your email address to subscribe to this site and receive notifications of new posts by email. And watched it ploughing through the heavy clouds; Above the fallen leaves. When Nature trick'd herself in all her bloom, No sun no moon No morn no noon No dawn no dusk no proper time of day. Happy Thanksgiving Poems : Hello all my dear friends, As you all know this year Thanksgiving is going to be observed on Thursday, 28 November.All of us are waiting for this day since previous Thanksgiving Day. That I might breathe a living song to thee. The sullen Autumn lifts no voice of praise And grass, dismantled trees— They weave a chaplet for the Old Year's heir; The loss of beauty is not always loss! Nor mark a patch of sky – blindfold they trace, Autumn in America. Till I start and listen for tolling bells, Had found him sleeping, and supplied his place. Fit to chime with the weeping rain. Your ghost where your face was …. They put it too music in a minimalist style – Opus 4, they called it. Thy windy will to bear! This poem is in the public domain. And, should you look, you might descry That sing a requiem for the summer, dead And whistle as I may, With spangles of the morning’s storm drop down Sunday Post – 3rd November, 2019 #Brainfluffbookblog #SundayPost | Brainfluff. And let their stamping clatter fill Health breezes blow among the pines and spruces, When bright things fled: now, by November's gloom Poems to read as the leaves change and the weather gets colder. "To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest With the Plough, November, 1785" is a Scots-language poem written by Robert Burns in 1785, and was included in the Kilmarnock volume and all of the poet's later editions, such as the Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect (Edinburgh Edition). Clinging in slush to dainty feet; Above the earth, serene and still, PeopleImages/Getty Images All Saints Day is a Christian festival held on November 1 that celebrates the lives of all saints, known and unknown.In Mexico and throughout many Hispanic communities in the U.S., November 1 is also known as the Day of the Dead, a time for families to remember and honor loved ones who have passed away. Uncanny sounds of ghostly hands Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds, Like Lowell, Crapsey was influenced by the short Japanese form, although she wasn’t an Imagist as such. Mesmeric fingers softly touch 13 Of The Best, Most Famous Poems Ever Written Masterpieces by some of our favorites like as Shakespeare, John Donne, and Homer. Shines on a sad November day, A magic in its touch on all below, If By Rudyard Kipling. That—though through softening mists—still shines the sun; Blowing mean, and blowing cold, though calling so, They promise—so do I—the hours November. The naked, silent trees have taught me this,— ... © 19 hours ago, d.a fraser november • … The changing beauty and wonderment Do groan and sigh in helpless agony TODAY on November 11, millions will remember those members of the armed forces who fought and died in the line of duty. But that’s OK! A fine poem from one of America’s greatest contemporary poets, ‘November for Beginners’ explores the ‘right’ way to do November, in a poem that is at once witty and moving. That ever bent their graceful heads Asleep—not dead—your grief is vain, And man delight to linger in thy ray. Ode to the West Wind. While huddled flocks crouch listless round their fold; There are many weavers, … Half-vacant thoughts and rhymes of careless form; My vagrant thought goes out to thee, to thee, I love thy wizard noise, and rave in turn Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. The brilliant summer noontide left A November Night The partridge drums funereal rolls Pingback: Sunday Post – 3rd November, 2019 #Brainfluffbookblog #SundayPost | Brainfluff. The quail come back to the clover, The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air. But we shall keep on being merry; And the swallow back to the eaves. On all the land. Methinks, the very blast Read all poems for november. One star —our star —o'er Lonetree Hill! Christine Ashley O'Malley. —. No indications where the Crescents go -. Stories 25. But when I see November come, As through a shroud he hath no power to part, Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. Long have I listened to the wailing wind, Autumn moonlight by Matsuo Basho. There comes again the old heart pain. And call the wet sheep in; The sovereign sun at noonday smileth cold, … The last red embers smoulder down Weeps the night-rain, sad and cold. Runs in the stubble, but the lark has fled! That passed away with these. Perhaps a squirrel may remain, Why muse in sadness on this swift decay? The brittle boughs of lilac-bushes Neath ivied oak; and mutter to the storm, Behind the steeples of the town. To herald Winter's cold and cruel might, And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast. Beech leaves, that yellow the noontime, These November poems for kids are all fun and fantastic poems that you can use in your classroom, for reading time, or to teach about the seasons and time of year. And dumb or dead, methinks, great Nature's heart! November. My vagrant thought goes out to thee, to thee. Anonymous, ‘Merry it is while summer lasts’. The south wall warms me: November has begun, This time: November, the month of much darker evenings, colder nights, and barer trees – the last of which being something Thomas Hood’s poem, included below, captures very effectively. To answer his caress, How welcome is thy memory, and how bright, With only the sky for a wayside tent. November is Native American Heritage month, and a good time to honor the legacy of our ancestors, but every day we should stop to think about our country's beginning and that the United States would not exist if not for a great deal of sacrifice, blood, and tears by Indian Tribes across the country. Younger children may enjoy these Pre-school Thanksgiving Poems. AUTUMN (November) Transcending mystery were come. The loss of beauty is not always loss! And the blue Gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Where Autumn's festal train retires. And in our souls the Indian summer burns. Probably the most famous poem about a mouse ever written. Dirge-like, solemn, it sinks and swells, My November Guest No morn - no noon -. exploding pillow factory. When autumn comes, the poets sing a dirge: though cheering so, Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare. Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! And straightway at her feet rise moaning winds, And, if the sun looks through, ’tis with a face Through this long sleep. And now they obscure the sky …. Go outside and enjoy the perfect temperatures of November—because all too soon snow and frost will invade. Not all good things together Around the fire at home! No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, Fire and Ice. Before the threshold of the night. Now Winter at the end of day I would forget so many things; The boughs will get new leaves, The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; Nought gold where your hair was, And down the rocky leaf-strewn gorges play. The brooks are all dry and dumb, Like steps of passing ghosts, Adelaide Crapsey is best remembered as the inventor of the cinquain form and as a poet whose compressed lyrics "are a remarkable testament of a spirit 'flashing unquenched defiance to the stars,'" as quoted in Boston Transcript. What more could the heart of a man contain? Then ebb the mighty heaves, Come to us here, my child. Thank you very much! And die at dawning down wild woodland ways: I know that I the way prepare Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare. The eyes of many elves. Where grow the ragged ferns and roughened moss; feathers from a distant. And bids us spring as they will spring, Valleys lay in sunny vapor…. Stealthily she passed as one who but obeys a stronger power, The holly-berries and the ivy-tree: A vest that is bright and new, William Cullen Bryant 7. But did you know this is a poem whose origins lie in an event that occurred one November? Our twilight month November is, From dawn till night and from night till dawn. I am a complete novice at 73 when it comes to reading or understanding poetry. Frost doesn’t hold back with this poem, an ideal one for discussion … In high wind creaks the leafless tree Adown the glen the summer winds rush with discordant sigh, Over wintry wastes comes down to me, Nought warm where your hand was, Then hilly ho! Thomas Hood 2. Will keep alive in the snow. Once swallows sang …, ‘There’s nothing like the sun as the year dies’, begins this poem by one of the early twentieth century’s greatest nature poets. Blossoming beauty on every bough; The silent doors of dusk that keep Within the deep-blue eyes of Heaven a haze Jean Toomer 5. Quickens the germs of immortality though singing so, Supernal beauty and adore. – Beneath the winter’s snow, Besides the autumn poets sing, Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee The Month of December Poetry, Quotations, Sayings, Facts, Information, Quips, Aphorisms, Lore "Shall we liken Christmas to the web in a loom? by Bryant, William Cullen. But let me tell, you my child. Dont forget to view our wonderful member November poems. These waiting mourners do not sing for me! Listen… Meadowlarks singing beyond the hedge, Fav orited 208. Luring and beckoning, on and on, 5. Are hard upon the scene, And shrills the hawk a parting note, The Spring will be sure to come. ’Tis but the death of nature that must come November rain! For brightest days of Spring. I set every tree in my June time, That we no more may roam, These Christian poems are full of verses that speak of God and are full of abundant praise. Haply, where blue Saronic waves are blown Ha. Take a trip to an apple orchard, corn maze, or a local fall festival. Here, a little child I stand... “ A Thank-Offering ” by Ella Higginson. November! And chiefly I remember The leafy tree that seems to stand aghast. An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin, With faint dry sound, November poem by Thomas Hood. The ten hours’ light is abating, A number of her cinquains touch upon autumnal themes, and ‘November Night’ is the finest of these. the clap from a nun. November rain! A Collection of Autumn Poems and Poetry from the most Famous Poets and Authors. A prophesy On shores that keep some touch of old delight,— Strong, exultant, floating down November 2020 marks the 100th anniversary of the publication of one of the most famous and influential poems of the 20th century. Clothing the bare boughs in their winding sheet, . Gray clad from foot to head; And cold the sun does burn. To Autumn by William Blake. For which we sleep as sleep these flowers As wandering lonelier than the Poet's cloud, Crapsey (1878-1914) is not much remembered now, but she left one important poetic legacy: the cinquain, or five-line unrhymed stanza form, modelled on the Japanese haiku. The roots of the bright red roses So kind to votaries, yet thyself unvowed, Still, autumn ushers in the Christmas cheer, Quotes. Summer was made for the wandering heart, She pauses to tread out the fires And so, cold old month, you're not so bad! All Soul's Day, in which Christians … Here, then, are some of the very best poems about the month of November. Give their black heads a toss. The little brook that lately kissed the bank Shall murmur by the hedge that skim the way, Fitfully beating the window pane: With boughs of mistletoe. The desert air grows strangely soft and mild, As quiet as the nun she goes The cold weather is coming in and this prompts Housman to remember an old friend of his who died. While heavy bends the sky its weeping clouds Though day by day, as it closes, November Cotton Flower That this fair world did seem too blest a home And new ones made but yesterday— And pins them deftly into place These waiting mourners do not sing for me! Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson. A Calendar Of Sonnets: November I cannot keep it down; Their allegiance to the Icy King, by Charles L. Cleaveland. While all the tiny folk that habit in the wood The moaning wind, and rain, Where the sere ground-vine weaves, Full Text. And thoughts are chill and brown. How shall I then forget; And moveless in the frosty air. As if you never would be through; considers the beauty of the late autumn sun in the month of November: ‘November has begun, / Yet never shone the sun as fair as now…’. The barn with warming din. Yield to its challenge fierce, as fierce reply. in Famous Inspirational Poems. That shall illumine and console Table of Contents. Think how the roots of the roses The leaves are fading and falling, And hip, hip, ho! Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! On purple valley and dim wood Bonus points to Lowell for getting a cat in there too: ‘Even the cat will not stay with me, / But prefers the rain / Under the meagre shelter of a cellar window.’. Page You make the poor leaves sorry—very, Not all the months behave like you, Weeps the rain above the mould, For days the shepherds in the fields may be, Upsoars the lark through morning's quivering gold, And pours the stream of life to her spent child: Babbling the while unto the listening ferns, Lacks the redeeming grandeur, the wild sweep, Then ho, hollo! a number of busses. Bearing upon his bosom brown and sere Beneath the thorn, For that her fair queen-child the Summer bright, A time for all to laugh and play; Hurting ragged folks and old, November is such a gloomy month, and a few of these poems reflect that. Far in the cedars' dusky stoles, From dawn till night and from night till dawn. Right near the end we'll find November A little this side of the snow The naked, silent trees have taught me this,— When thistle-blows do lightly float About the pasture ... November. Typical of Romantic poets, … 6. 76 Christian Poems Uplifting Christian poems that will inspire and strengthen your faith. November. November. The sun hath shed its kindly light…. Miri it is while sumer i-last. In this November poem, Walter de la Mare (1873-1956) picks up on the theme of absence which Hood’s poem captured, but here there’s the added suggestion of a lost love. And decking every blade and stem, Fire and Ice by Robert Frost. Art beautiful and gracious and alone,— The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees Clear and sweet it peals and swells, 2. Yet never shone the sun as fair as now It is the hour of prayer. Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. No end to any Row -. Beside the ghostly lines of flickering shadow, … I listen to the wash of this dull sea. Long have I listened to the wailing wind. Oh my goodness…you’ve just given me a magic moment with the Thomas Hood poem. And, sad or glad, we feel our work nigh done. Yet is the deed most hateful in her sight, And that makes us glad— While thick and fast the snowy pall is laid The evening of the year. So, when we pass the mid-years of our lives, And creeps the frost at night, Mid thy uproarious madness—when the start A few ascetic eyes, — For man, sin's willing slave, death's lawful prey? Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon, Then from her mantle’s many folds It puts my mind in a different place than October. A hearth and a home and the Heart's Desire. Because the starling shakes it, whistling what The glow, the thrill, which show that youth survives, There come to us with sudden, swift returns, November. There come to us with sudden, swift returns. No distance looking blue -. Is laid, as if the time for some To sighing winds, are standing stark and gray; And winterfalls of old 1. The hours of memory and sleep. Wild winds and rain bewail the dead. Out in the darkness, sobbing, sighing, And though witch-hazel's golden flowers I’ve always loved it and used to use it as an example of pop minimalism in my music classroom days but had no idea it was from a poem. These chilly northern waters creep and moan Beauteous and free from every touch of earth, The other years return with her— All life seems dead! Upon her twilight round to light I thoroughly enjoy your newsletter. When done the journey of her nightly race, But winds foreboding fill the desolate night, And in our souls the Indian summer burns. Will shine with the sun and dew. Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind, At touch of her prophetic hand, November So, when some dear joy loses Austere and fine the trees stand bare November, gloomy eyed and sullen browed, Sara Teasdale 8. Proclaim the summer gone, the harvest past. A promise for the night. Throbbing under the shrouding snow, A few of maple red. But let me tell, you my darling, The hoary forest, and doth rouse from sleep Robert Frost 4. Shrouding in black the sun at noon; If you're feeling spontaneous this year and want to take a trip to the famous Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade or visit one of the best Thanksgiving towns. Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds ran, It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin! Autumn Movement by Carl Sandburg. 9. Setting her free to stand before No sun - no moon! One mellow smile through the soft vapory air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds run, Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare. I hear the year's last rain. The tears arise unto my eyes, But after all, you bring Thanksgiving Day The knolls are dun as snow-clouds be, We still will find a cheerful mind Through new and untraveled, unweary ways One smile on the brown hills and naked trees, Walter de la Mare, ‘Autumn (November)’. The night is freezing fast, Dame Winter brings with quiet grace We take a look at some of the most powerful Remembrance Day poems and message… And buried deep beneath the autumn leaves. Poet: Robert Frost. And yet not dead. Dead leaves gather under the pine-trees, And scraps of joy my wandering ever finds Best Famous November Poems Courage. That sway the forest like a troubled sea. In honor of National Poetry Month, we present some of our favorite funny poems that are good for a laugh. Grass with the shimmer of dew still wet; No sky - no earthly view -. Poems packed full of verses that are inspirational, encouraging and praiseworthy. The rustling reeds that erst gave up their juices Wild, wailing winds, November rain. Proclaim the summer gone, the harvest past. “ Thanksgiving Turkey ” by George Parsons Lathrop. Hardy (1840-1928) is one of English literature’s best-known pessimists, so it’s not exactly a surprise to find this poem ends up musing upon oblivion and death: ‘And the children who ramble through here / Conceive that there never has been / A time when no tall trees grew here, / A time when none will be seen.’ Beautifully put in Hardy’s straightforward, heartfelt but nevertheless tight-lipped style. The low dull, hollow sound within the forest, Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for … Spring over the ground Like a hunting hound On this Thanksgiving Day, Hey! But phantom, forlorn, Creeping in pools across the street; For though gray-clad, in soft gray mist, And through which comes the perfect life above, Who swiftly riding in his windy clouds, It tells of a heart with life aglow, SONNET OF AUTUMN by Charles Baudelaire. Summer was wondrously kind; but now: November nights and the open fire; In these posts detailing the best poems for a particular month, we often include something from Clare’s Shepherd’s Calendar, and his evocation of the month of November definitely deserves its place on this list: ‘Thus wears the month along, in checker’d moods, / Sunshine and shadows, tempests loud, and calms; / One hour dies silent o’er the sleepy woods, / The next wakes loud with unexpected storms …’. While roars above it the gusty storm. November Night. Autumn in … He hated the cold, but now the cold doesn’t – cannot – bother him. It's good it's true Still is the bustle in the brook, November! Then hide me from the shower, a short sojourn, Stills the huge swells. Poem Dedicated To November This poem was inspired by a somewhat illegal walk I took around the grounds of my school on a beautiful November day. To-morrow comes December; Into hoarse fury, till the shower set free O Shade-form, lovelier than the living crowd, It’s time for the latest in our series of ‘month’ poem compilations. Yonder, where the dead are lying, Good link! Its beauteous summer glow, Floating on gray-cloud wing, And lo. The leaves to-day are whirling, From weary morning unto weary night. Though her mature work was published posthumously due to her untimely death at the age of 36, Crapsey nevertheless spent her brief life ardently pursuing her art. Anon the giant trees take up the strain, “ Grace for a Child ” by Robert Herrick. Along the ridges takes her way. The winds are rough and wild, Whistling aloud by guess, to flocks they cannot see …, Clare (1793-1864) is one of English literature’s greatest nature poets – indeed, according to some, the very best. And so my friends, it is to you I send, a wish for a yummy day! A few late leaves of yellow birch, So free to human fancies, fancy-free, To be truthful, there is little else to it; it is simply in appreciation of nature's last flourish before winter. Comes gliding with slow step across the land, As it’s set on the eve of December, this poem only just qualifies for our compilation of the best November poems. That sway the forest like a troubled sea. Nov 28, 2017. Nature's mute energies, till earth, sea, sky, Through sunny hours and glints of leafy shade, It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin! As we’d expect from an imagist poem, ‘November’ is short, written in free verse, and offers a matter-of-fact depiction of the November landscape. One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, The timeless hush of solitude. The faithful candles of the night. July 13, 2020 ~2nd Place~ Andaree - 11 Lines Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May November 20, 2018 ~3rd Place Premiere Contest~ ONE NEW ANDAREE POEM Sponsor Emile Pinet November 2018 First Snow ~1st place~ CONTEST NO 520,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines Sponsor Brian Strand Nana. Of sudden tempests stirs the forest leaves Or late Fall dandelions shy, In the long, gray stretches of open road I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. The birds have ceased their calling, And winds and rains so wild; To one who watches over leagues of stone This November first rung in her eligibility to re-record most of her albums, from her 2007 self-titled album to her 2014 "1989" album. To sighing winds, are standing stark and gray; And down the rocky leaf-strewn gorges play. Beating, beating with pulses warm, No road - no street - no 't'other side the way' -. The leafy tree that seems to stand aghast 1. October November January February December Photos . Which creeping slowly up and ever up, Baith snell an’ keen …. Thomas Hood (1799 - 1845) was a poet, publisher, editor, and humorist. A hearth and a home and the Heart's Desire. So drive the cold cows from the hill, My sentiments to share. William Cullen Bryant - 1794-1878. “If you are a woman, if you're a person of colour, if you are gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, if … In vestment white for burial. And nods the fading fern; The winds and frosts have stripped the woodlands bare. by Jasper Francis Crospey. Old crying wind, you cannot make us cry, And fall. An’ naething, now, to big a new ane, You may be all the month unkind Who has not felt upon a Summer's day, One smile on the brown hills and naked trees, And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast, And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race … Hurrah for the fun, Is the pudding done? Some wee ferns, hiding low, Over the river and through the woods Now Grandmother's face I spy. 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