Late November

[MissVictoria]

Something I wrote a little bit ago. Am I crazy to love days that grow colder?

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Take me past the constraints of ground, and let me mingle with the wintering sky. Weightless, let me drift on the wind, dancing in duet with battered remnants of brown autumn leaves. I love November.

Cloud over, let the sky turn pale gray above my head. Fill it with snow, let it threaten to release. May the winds grow icy and harsh, may they rattle my windows and prompt me to huddle under a scarf.


Breathe in! Let icey air sting my lungs, let it fill me to my deepest core, let the pain come, I am not afraid. Let my nose grow red- see if I care! I will stay outside until I can not feel my fingers, for when I enter shelter it will return, tingling with newfound heat. Let me know I am alive!


Move me and stir me, whirlwind, harsh sky. Fill me and feel me. May the world slip under my feet. May the grass crash like glass with each step. Let a cushion of white cover it, and make a sound like old leather bending as I walk.


Pristine, the field before me. It is silent, and glitters like crystal in the light. Around me, the wind bit slaps my face, reminding me that beauty is well worth a bit of trouble.


Enfold me in your cruel embrace, winter, November, teach me the lesson you would have me learn...

 

[juicylips]

Beautiful!!!

I am not a cold weather person.

But that passage made me feel the beauty of such a day.

Cassidy

 

[Guest]

Great words. Nice imagery.
mmmmm.......


Here's a pic to accompany your thoughts.

 

[MissVictoria]

Its beautiful, raindancer! *smile*

 

[Guest]

Thanks, sweets.

And, thank you for sharing your words. It's been in the 80's down here, and I was missing snow in November.

Please, share more!

 

[MissVictoria]

ugh... 80? It was a long summer. I've had quite enough of that! *chuckle*

 

[Demian]

Time to Build a Fire...mmmmmm

Hi people

I, too, like the Fall and Winter

But I wuz outside on the west coast yesterday, and I wuz working construction out in the windy cold rain...I couldn't wait to get home beside the fire

And it reminded me of homeless days when I left home to become a wandering musician...I wonder how much the homeless look forward to winter?

I know, wut a mood killer, huh?

Not to worry with a nice Cabernet Sauvignon by my side...My two cats are curled up next to me...and I'm listening to Julie Cruise: The Voice of Love...again

 

[LukkyKnight]

November Skies

By John Freeman

Than these November skies
Is no sky lovelier. The clouds are deep;
Into their grey the subtle spies
Of colour creep,
Changing that high austerity to delight,
Till ev'n the leaden interfolds are bright.
And, where the cloud breaks, faint far azure peers
Ere a thin flushing cloud again
Shuts up that loveliness, or shares.
The huge great clouds move slowly, gently, as
Reluctant the quick sun should shine in vain,
Holding in bright caprice their rain.
And when of colours none,

Not rose, nor amber, nor the scarce late green,
Is truly seen, --
In all the myriad grey,
In silver height and dusky deep, remain
The loveliest,
Faint purple flushes of the unvanquished sun.