a poem for November

My November Guest

‘My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,

Thinks these dark days of autumn rain

Are beautiful as days can be;

She loves the bare, the withered tree;

She walked the sodden pasture lane.


Her pleasure will not let me stay.

She talks and I am fain to list:

She’s glad the birds are gone away,

She’s glad her simple worsted gray

Is silver now with clinging mist.


The desolate, deserted trees,

The faded earth, the heavy sky,

The beauties she so truly sees,

She thinks I have no eye for these,

And vexes me for reason why.


Not yesterday I learned to know

The love of bare November days

Before the coming of the snow,

But it were vain to tell her so,

And they are better for her praise.’


-Robert Frost

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  • Delightful, in its own way…..


    Having looked on November, that way, for a long time…

    I am happy to have come to view this month, with more joy. Focusing on the warmth and comfort of home, on these dark days/nights. Savouring all that goes into home comforts… A fire in the fireplace… Ambiance lighting and lots of faerie lights… A warm blanket, to put on my lap, while reading in my favorite chair…. Something delicious baking in the oven… A hearty stew bubbling on the stove or crock pot… Drawing in… Both in reality and figuratively…. Quiet time… And listening to our inner self time….

    Humans are not meant to go ‘full tilt,’ all the time, as the modern world tries to tell us. Nature knows this. If we listen to Nature, and follow the changing seasons, we will find our own time of busyness, and our own time of quiet.

    Gentle hugs and thank you for this lovely, lovely blog.
    Luna Crone
    (Upper NE of the US)
    “Moon Spinners” blog

    • So thrilled to have discovered you…Your words paint a picture in my mind…..and make me smile..

      “Ut Laetificet Cor”
      That the heart may be gladdened”