In the twilight of November
with moon a sickle
sharp and bleeding,
I saw your shadow passing,
through our garden, dun.
I waited, asked:
“Do you still remember?”,
and you were footfalls
stirring life in leaves;
you were leaving
but afterwards I thought
that maybe
you were wind
forever drowning
in our past
still sighing “maybe”
in the twilight of November.
I remember how
in summer, still
we shared a breakfast
laughing at the sea,
and wonder if November
lasts like this, forever.
Linked to Sanaa’s prompt at toads
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November 15
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I can’t even begin to describe how utterly awe-inspiring this poem is Bjorn ❤ Especially love; “that maybe you were wind forever drowning in our past
still sighing “maybe” in the twilight of November.” 😍 Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤
“laughing at the sea,
and wonder if November
lasts like this, forever”
Yes, it does.
“maybe
you were wind
forever drowning
in our past”
Gorgeous.
Love this poem.
This is beautiful and sad….the footsteps that may have been the wind, the memory of summer, the dirge of November. Wonderfully written!
Beautifully written
Ooh, I love this: “and you were footfalls/stirring life in leaves;/you were leaving/but afterwards I thought/that maybe/you were wind/forever drowning/in our past…”.
The tone, the imagery, the conclusion are all so well done —a beautiful, beautiful verse.
You have distilled the mood of November In this twilight poem,·Björn. I love the colours: the bleeding moon and the dun shadow. and he lines:
‘…you were footfalls
stirring life in leaves;
you were leaving
but afterwards I thought
that maybe
you were wind
forever drowning
in our past’.
Maybe November in our part of the world is darker than anywhere else
it’s usually much darker here. So far, it has been quite mild. But we have had forecasts of drastic change and chill!
And I have a chest infection which I believe confirms the forecast. 😦
Very evocative Bjorn – that opening verse has all the feeling and meter of a tremendous Saga about to be told around winter fires
“In the twilight of November
with moon a sickle
sharp and bleeding,
I saw your shadow passing”
Bjorn, sad, beautiful, even longing all here. Lovely!
Oh, how it hurts that such a moment in time should be held for an eternity, but wind and years aren’t always kind. Lovely piece
That lingering “Maybe” is both sweet and heart-tearing…
This is just so damn beautiful.. each stanza is a gem, and the whole is quite sigh-worthy.
November is the month of my birth, so it belongs to me…along with warmly colored leaves, red and gold, cold winds from the mountains, sometimes snow, and rich cool shadows. A lovely poem.
Our minds take us many places… some are places of great times together. Thankfully November does not last forever!
Oh, how absolutely beautiful and moving!
LOVE the entire poem but his is above and beyond “with moon a sickle
sharp and bleeding,” gorgeous!