Breakfast and November

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

November 15

18 responses to “Breakfast and November

  1. 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 ❤

  2. “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.

  3. 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.

  4. 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’.

  5. 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”

  6. 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.

  7. LOVE the entire poem but his is above and beyond “with moon a sickle
    sharp and bleeding,” gorgeous!

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