Fall Poem

Poem Dedicated To November

This poem was inspired by a somewhat illegal walk I took around the grounds of my school on a beautiful November day. To be truthful, there is little else to it; it is simply in appreciation of nature's last flourish before winter.

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Published: November 2015

November--

They say it is the month of death,
But I have never seen such beauty in decay.

Remains of Autumn,
Still smoldering,
Cling to the branches,
And the earth is painted a thousand shades of red.

When a heavy fog smothers the ground,
Breathe in and let it fill your lungs.

It is at this time the world seems still
And the fear of winter is forgotten,

If only for a moment,

Before the light fades,
And we return to darkness once more.

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  • by Anand Kumar
  • 1 year ago

Beautifully shared optimism for the otherwise general pessimism associated with November in colder regions of the world. I am lucky to be an Indian born in November which supposedly is the best month of the year here. Nice composition.

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