Friday, November 22, 2019

Poetry Friday: One Last Ode to November


Next week I'll be absent, busy with turkey and family and endless gratitude, so this week I'm sending you to read William H. Simpson's "November."

It's only eight lines so — copyrightly speaking — I don't think I have the right to copy any of it here. Just trust me and pop over to The Poetry Foundation.

Don't the last two lines succinctly sum up how we all make it through winter?

Now, go and enjoy all the other poetic goodness of Poetry Friday. 

7 comments:

Linda B said...

"Love folds them then." It is November, the loss and grief. Thanks, Karen, a new one to me. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving with your family!

Kay said...

That is a beautiful poem for November. Thank you for sharing. Enjoy your celebrations next weekend.

Rebecca Herzog said...

The last two lines brought a smile to my face. Thank you for sharing. And Happy Thanksgiving!

jama said...

Sigh, another lovely November poem. Thanks so much -- and do have a wonderful Thanksgiving next week!

Jone said...

The thinning of the leaves is so evocative.

Cheriee Weichel said...

Thanks for the introduction to this poem. I've been watching the trees outside my window and so this line, "A thinning of lingering leaves on the bough" resonates profoundly for me these days.

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