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Poetry Friday: November by Elizabeth Stoddard

November 28th, 2008 (09:29 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: This is How It Feels by The Veronicas

Much have I spoken of the faded leaf;
Long have I listened to the wailing wind,
And watched it ploughing through the heavy clouds,
For autumn charms my melancholy mind.

When autumn comes, the poets sing a dirge:
The year must perish; all the flowers are dead;
The sheaves are gathered; and the mottled quail
Runs in the stubble, but the lark has fled!

Still, autumn ushers in the Christmas cheer,
The holly-berries and the ivy-tree:
They weave a chaplet for the Old Year's bier,
These waiting mourners do not sing for me!

I find sweet peace in depths of autumn woods,
Where grow the ragged ferns and roughened moss;
The naked, silent trees have taught me this,
The loss of beauty is not always loss!

- November by Elizabeth Stoddard

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Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: November 28th, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
TadMack says: : )

Yeah! That's what I'm talking about -- the excuse to wear heathery sweaters and boots, wind on your face, subtle colors -- I really love autumn. No mourning here, either.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: November 28th, 2008 07:35 pm (UTC)
Re: TadMack says: : )

I enjoyed skipping through fallen leaves last week.

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