Poetry

Images of November

... the early colors of fall now nearly forgotten

by Ann Robbins Talbot

Sugary smells of Halloween leftovers...
Bitter sweet tears in remembrance of departed saints...
Carpets of gold under bare maple trees...
Sudden darkness in late afternoon

Farm stands glowing in red apples and orange pumpkins...
Fragrant hot cider warming hands and hearts...
Pink cranberries floating in flooded bogs...
Green season over, the ingathering complete

Red, white and blue snapping in the wind...
Wind chimes bravely tinkling, slight cords holding tight...
Celebration for proud veterans of all wars...
Armistice signed at eleven, eleven, eleven

Cheerleaders shaking clicking pom poms...
A runner passing a white line every five yards...
Crowd roaring approval after the hometown score...
Music of Sousa heavy with brass and percussion

Little squirrels sounding huge in crunchy leaf cover...
Scampering in all directions on teeny feet...
Building messy black piles of walnut shells...
Readying their supply of winter provisions

Memories of crispy leaves burning in fragrant piles...
Bare branches, tiny twigs tracing intricate patterns
Against autumn sky of azure or gray...
Coppery oak leaves remaining on patient boughs

Families clustering into thankful groups...
Hearty laughter, the drone of conversations
Punctuated by clanking utensils from busy kitchens...
Bathed in aromas of a turkey feast of togetherness

Advent carols beginning their familiar melodies...
Rudolph and Santa ho-ho-hoing at local malls...
Purple, lime, silver competing with red, green, white...
The early colors of fall now nearly forgotten

November 4, 2005


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