November Memory
written by: Karen D’Angio Steinson
Steely grey
November rains
Sharp like needles
Lashed bare little legs
Walking to school
Because the nineteen fifties
Said young girls
Must wear dresses
Although bitter winds blew
Over lonely branches
After dead leaves
Fluttered to the earth
Crows flew south
When the geese fled the lake
As it slowly hardened for winter
Becoming crystalline
While aquatic creatures tunneled
Deep into the mire
Settling in for winter’s freeze
Old cattle stared balefully
They knew what the young
Had yet to learn
That brutal winter’s
White beauty and wickedness
Approaches cruelly without warning
When stark November comes
Gentle hearts and sad poets know
The muses’ songs are all sung low
Karen grew up on Vancouver Island without television for most of her childhood. This encouraged her to entertain herself with reading and writing poetry and stories. She has entered and won a few contest including winning the British Columbia Farmer's Market Ode to Farmers. She was delighted to have a poem selected for Off Topic's Wayward and Upward Anthology. When it feels challenging she reminds herself she writes for joy.
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- November Memory - November 26, 2024
