November is the most muddled month
Thence goes the allure of warmth,
Is the perch of the imminent winter,
Aside, the vivid colors of autumn linger
Puzzled perpetually people are,
Just out of the throbbing heat,
Lay submerged in the pool,
Descends upon them, this month,
Waking up the reverie, this frisson!
Interesting. Great description.
ReplyDeleteI think April is the most muddled month but do understand what you mean
ReplyDeleteNice work. Like the description.
ReplyDeleteVery descriptive...I enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteLove the title, the poem reads like two different pieces to me - the first one is very sharp and sounds just right. The second one is more difficult for me to 'hear'.
ReplyDeleteNonetheless, very nicely written!
Enjoyable read, for sure! Muddled months are becoming more common in my world!
ReplyDeleteI really like the idea of being perched on the edge of winter-- describes November perfectly.
ReplyDeleteYou hit it~ November certainly leads us into winter which I despise now that I'm an adult. And, those blues that kick in aren't fun to endure either. Well done. Have a nice day.
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