November falls
as frost on leaves and brittle grass.
November falls
with weight of lead on roof and walls
where we seek warmth in empty flasks.
Please let me sleep and make this pass —
November falls.
November © Eugene Leroy
Marian let us write Rondolets at toads. I did it once before, and found the form challenging in its brevity. I will also add this to Poetry Pantry tomorrow morning.
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November 11, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Yeah old friend, November falls! Hope you’re good!
Enjoy visiting your poetry again.
Nice!!! and I luv the painting you chose too
much love…
‘November falls with weight of lead on roof and walls where we seek warmth in empty flasks’.. this is such an apt image! Beautifully done.
super fall feeling, super rondelet
Wonderful November words to inspire, Bjorn.
Ah, indeed November can be a harsh month and one perhaps to sleep through. Actually though I think I would prefer to sleep through January which can be even more wicked!
Lovely rondelet 😊. “where we seek warmth in empty flasks…” It reminds of work before they open the doors.
kaykuala
Please let me sleep
and make this pass
Perhaps to have a respite before the advent of harsh winter
Hank
I like this form.. am going to give it a shot sometime during micropoetry month that I’m hosting!! Your refrain works very well.
Beautifully put Bjorn
A lovely poem with superb imagery, thanks for sharing it.
In a hot country like ours where winter is extremely brief this November seems very sweet. Love the form too.
The seasons are different across the world, summers are sometimes harder to bear than winters down under! However I do remember winters in the northern hemisphere.
Brrr!
Your words are of this very morning of mine. Added to the cold is that the central heating is playing up – the fan screeching a little.
It’s certainly picked its time!
Anna :o]
Elegant and quite lovely – does not seem to matter what form you take – wonderful always.
The round of the rondelet served to drive the iron point of November well. Good job.
I love November but realize that not everybody does–just as they love summer but i can’t wait for it to be over.
I love November and we’ve just had several blasts of hail, which have left ice everywhere. The wind is icy. I love the lines:
‘November falls
with weight of lead on roof and walls
where we seek warmth in empty flasks’.
You sound like an old bear Bjorn,
wanting to hibernate through it. Ha.
Nice tactile feeling to the falling of November. It is bitter cold here right now, so it is all about the layers. Though I think it is more feeling than temp that drives your narrator to want to sleep it off.
Dang empty flasks. Wher did it all go?
All the way through winter…
A wonderful rondelet. The cold of November…..
I love the rhymes – a stylish use of form.
Well I would say you have met the challenge and surpassed it Bjorn. This is an amazing poem as we feel the heaviness of the cold, wet, snowy season fall on us. I love it most for its brevity.
November does indeed have a weight to it. I’m looking out my window right now at grey skies and the distant possibility of rain. November falls.
Haha! November falls like lead. That is for damn sure! Brrrrr
November, my birth month, falls again to say, one year older, “take heed. Get on with it, no time to waste.” I like what you wrote, November Falls.
Let me sleep really resonates. Falling could be dangerous.
November seems heavy to bear!
Oh November can certainly be heavy, but somehow we bear the weight.
Lovely!
That was very good.
Wonderfully done, Bjorn.
The rhyme and lilting cadence in this nuanced piece: mesmerize. Wonderfully constructed.
I love your choice of refrain!
Ah yes your November seems quite laden. Juxtaposed for me November is that lovely month many many years ago, i first became a mother😊
Much💖love
I like the repetition here. Yes, November is a “passing” month — the real threshold to winter, most trees bare, cold settling in. Time for a fire and homemade soup.