dVerse — Poetics — November: My Take

No green is seen outside the windows No sound but fans and sleeping cats No clear blue sky, ‘stead snowflakes fall No warmth of sun, a draft is all No laughter of a toddler running No parks or hills for her to climb No seeds on ground for birds to find No sight of squirrels…

dVerse — Poetics 428 — November

November creeps labile, weak, clinging to memories of warm-vigored nights; then casts them to bitter cold winds where tears fall in sheets. Careless deer, callous to lilies’ needs, nibble their leaves, leaving stark stalks that cannot feed summer’s hopes of rainbow starbursts. Spent frogs, turtles, and furry crawlers dig or weave beds, hoping for pleasant…