Daily Poem

At times, I am very much a sentimental fool. This first poem proves that fact. 

November 16

Some places

Still hold memories of you,

Of echoes that will neither

Live nor die

'Til you return

And put the old at rest -

Remember all our dreams

And make them new.

And no, this is not about me being in love with anyone. I just thought I'd clarify, since I know that's what you're thinking. ;-)

November 17

My life in a notebook:

Rhymes, thoughts, ideas

Crowd for space

Against a recipe or two,

Half-finished stories

And a list

Of many things I'll never do.

November 18

The world is full

Of misconceptions...

Silly people

Thinking silly thoughts...

And we,

No wiser than the rest,

Pass judgment

On them all.

It occurred to me today that people almost never write poetry for November. There are multitudes of poems for the months of bright leaves, and a generous handful of verse for the snowy months, but nothing for poor, naked November.

November 19

Someone, write a poem for November,

The poor and pallid doorstep

Of December.

She cannot boast October's gypsy graces,

Or snow to cover all her

Shabby places.

Summer garments withering and rotten,

November shivers, lonely

And forgotten.

---

The old hag

Of November

Rubs her bony hands

And shivers

At October's
Vacant hearth.

Aaand that's where I quit. :-/