November escape

A Cirrus-streaked aboveness, slate-grey gales
ravage ribcage, tears apart, murder maim.
the westerner, November winds haul us sleet

Watch bony boughs give way, they bend and flail
see centennial sentinels. pine-trees claimed
to teeth of tearing tempests, shower-sheets.

This deluge, below the fall, I hide, too frail
to rest, to sleep when weather plays her games
exhausted, far to walk on empty streets

but later when at home, exhale inhale
I’m safe to sigh when at a hearth aflame
with you my love, away inside complete.

Beside the fire, later sharing wine and sweets.
At last I’m dry and warm again, my feet.

Today Laura hosts with a sonnet form, at dVerse which is a rhymscheme called the trillonet.

November 14, 2024

14 responses to “November escape

  1. I love the wind that you portray, Björn, with its ‘cirrus-streaked aboveness,’ slate-grey gales that ‘ravage ribcage’, and ‘bony boughs’. Great use of alliteration all the way through. We seem to have both made our way home safely.

  2. As someone who carried mail in all weather for 31 years, I know well the sweetness of being cold and wet, and then warm and dry. It’s delicious.

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