I lit a candle for November’s spirit,
not mourning this, its timely death.
He left us dressed in drizzle-grey
to dig his grave in rotting leaves,
alone, least loved among the months.
We welcome winter with its lights
and light another candle for advent.
The Quadrille word today is spirit. De hosts at dVerse.
December 2, 2019
Reflecting on that light, Bjorn, and thankful. Love the “drizzle-grey,” especially.
I usually quite like November, but this year it has been a grind. So much rain. I agree, I’m glad to be burying it – in a very muddy grave.
We have had a very rainy November as well. I love the personification Bjorn.
I like the way you described November here,
“alone, least loved among the months.”
Although, November is not at the bottom of my list.
well.. it’s not the cruelest month at least 🙂
For sure. January is probably my least fav.
The month of empty wallets…
November is an unloved month. Do you know the Thomas Hood poem? I remember learning it at primary school and thinking how clever and apposite it was.
I have never heard of it… all my primary school poems where in Swedish…
How very chauvinistic of you 🙂 lol
Oh… I fully agree with his approach to November having just read it.
It’s a good one for kids.
It’s been a mixed month for me. I usually enjoy it as my daughter’s birthday is in November and I love mist and frost. But it was been drizzling one minute and pouting with rain the next, and then I got ill. I’m with you, not mourning its timely death. I love the hopeful, joyful sparkle of lights and candles at the end!
November is more festive than pariah to me, but I like your poem, with its brevity and POV.
Didn’t you just have a birthday, Bjorn? It’s not a very encouraging month to be born I would think. A fine poem for an unloved month. Luckily candles can be lit again and again.
My birthday is in January… some love it even less.
At least the snow makes January bright.
Ay yes let not cold winter burn through your bones light that lamp of Advent warmth.
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Oh, this is wonderful! Yes, lets light a candle, for the passing of November, but even a brighter one for Advent!
Nice line: “to dig his grave in rotting leaves,” November may be the least loved of the months.
very spiritual ….
The December lights do lift the spirits after a soggy grey November. (K)
this cursed gray,
cloud. Hide not the sun
that would return
the joy you steal.
Love it, so appropriate for November. The least loved of all the months, by probably all but me. I mourn November’s passing. December, with it’s forced gaiety and gaudy displays, and I are not on the best of terms. 😉
Very nice! Let us all be our own Advent calendars, with little doors for our friends and loved ones to open each day. Or something like that!
I really like the sound and flow of this–and I so agree. November–particularly this year, just seemed so grey.
Perfect! He’s buried in a bed of his own making!
Ah the passing of November….its blessing is Thanksgiving (at least in the US)….and that it leads to advent and “nesting” inside with smells of cinammon and vanilla candles.
The misery of the northern winter compounded by the unwelcome grief speaks loudly. But is winter the tomb?