A November to Remember

The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. - Thoreau

Walden Pond in November

leaves going, going, gone

coming to life with a wink, a stretch and a yawn

no longer summer but not yet winter

neither a log, sliver or splinter

no longer warm but not yet frozen

not hand picked but with a gust of wind chosen

hoary clouds muster amidst a vivid indigo backdrop

not a tall tale or fable told by aesop

rain not placed but thrown

fleeting yet holding its own

not needing permission to be a season

not needing justification by understanding or reason

pensive, philosophical and chronological

when we first me i didn't know what you were for

someone graciously bowed and held open the door

your name, i forgot

such unforgettable things you brought

strong-willed, honest and loyal

ordained with a thankkful, gray robe long and royal

friend to sagittarius and scorpio

turning the days of your story blow by blow

what i both felt and now know

readying the runway for arriving snow

you were blustery and hurried

as squirrels hoarded and scurried

now i remember

smoldering like a precious, sacred ember

'twas ashen november

Author's Note

"This is the month of nuts and nutty thoughts... perhaps its harvest of thoughts is worth more than all the other crops of the year." - Thoreau