Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
No snowflakes drifting into a blanket of cashmere
Or the bitter cold of winter settling into bones
No fierce winds howling in angry March skies
Or bright blooming daffodils announcing spring
No butterflies of summer taking their first flight
Or golden fireflies twinkling on a rainy night
When autumn arrives as November ambles in
Adorned with an indigo harvest moon
A jeweled bauble in a fuzzy peach sky
Green trees now dressed in hues of an artist palette
Painted in shades of russet, gamboge, and scarlet
And chilly mornings announce its glorious presence
As the sharp tang of ginger and cinnamon drifts on air
Gifting us with time to reflect, to give thanks, and share
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics What Does November Mean to You?
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
Masterful, as usual, not only because of the imagery but the word choice and repetition of sounds. I think having only a little bit of end rhyme is effective.
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Thank you!
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What a beautiful write, ending with the wise that we use the time in thankfulness. Well penned.
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Beautiful poetry and feeling.
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Thank you kindly.
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Oh so different your November is in the desert… I arrived in November 1991 to work and I still remember that it felt like arriving to summer.
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Beautiful artistry in your words. I especially liked the moon as “A jeweled bauble in a fuzzy peach sky.” Nice!
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Thank you!
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Nice and easy in the desert. Reminds me of The Eagles’ song, “Peaceful Easy Feeling.” Thanks for that. I love this image:
“Adorned with an indigo harvest moon
A jeweled bauble in a fuzzy peach sky”
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Thank you Lisa!
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You are welcome.
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Beautiful, Linda…
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Very beautiful!
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Thank you Lucy!
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This is incredibly exquisite, Linda 😀 I agree, November is a time when we sit down and reflect, embrace all that there is and give thanks. Especially love; “A jeweled bauble in a fuzzy peach sky/Green trees now dressed in hues of an artist palette.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝💝
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Thank you so much Sanaa.
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What a lovely image of that November night with the indigo harvest moon and the scents:
the sharp tang of ginger and cinnamon drifts on air
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Another lovely poem Linda! I am so thankful for your poetry and your friendship! 😊❤
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Thank you Dear Walt. I cherish you. ❤
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You’re very welcome 😊
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A beautiful poem, Linda! My senses were awakened, especially by the ‘sharp tang of ginger and cinnamon’ – delicious!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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You word painted a most lovely November especially the ‘sharp tang of ginger and cinnamon.’
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Thank you Helen!
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