November Comes, My Love
November, my love
is here again
and you are near
for warmth —
so many storms and seasons
we have weathered,
and now my arms
are leafless poplar
branches,
calloused from treacherous
winds,
bleached by salty floods
of rising tides —
furrows are sculpted
upon my face,
where streams flow
into endless rivers,
and yet behold,
a multitude of buttress dams
cannot contain
the sparkle of my laughter
bubbling
above my nighttime
weeping—
November comes, my love,
and you are near.
by D. G. V. © 2012
lilies, sparrows and grass 
Oh, how beautiful, Dee. Tis the story of life, of time, of wisdom given us by love and an understanding of what matters most – that which has no real season but the one of living, and living beyond. I love this for it’s tenderness and it’s brilliant simplicity. Thank you, Dee. ~ Love, Bobbie
You are so right, Bobbie. Love gives us the wisdom and understanding to live and live beyond the storms and seasons. Thank you for your beautiful thoughts on the poem. Love, Dee
…to always see them in a new (more tender) light
Beautiful write, and the vivid imagery of the landscape and relation to love is well executed. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much for reading, and for capturing the relation of the landscape to love. I appreciate your thoughts and visit!
Absolutely beautiful in words and emotions. I love how you started it off by saying: “and you are here for warmth”. My husband warms up my side before I crawl in on cold nights. Maybe I can return him the favor once I get hot flashes in a couple of years? 😉
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thank you so much, Wendy. That line in the poem was partially inspired by Ecclesiastes 4:11. So even now, while you’re still young, you give your husband warmth, too! 😉 God bless! Dee
Good idea! 🙂
Beautiful, timely, romantic…I always enjoy your words, Dee.
Lester
Thank you, Lester, as always. I am glad you enjoyed this poem! Dee
A brilliant and tenderly written, Dee…I was so caught, tangled, embraced and ultimately sweetly held by the wisely worded write…wondrous, Love, Linda
That the words embraced and ultimately held you sweetly as you read them, is more than I can ask for! Thank you for such lovely thoughts, Linda. I am deeply humbled. Love, Dee
and now my arms
are leafless poplar
branches,
How beautiful, Dee, just a lovely poem. K
Thank you, Kathleen. November’s landscape holds so much wonder and meaning. I am so glad you like this poem! Dee
beauty and tenderness and love make life worth living…i´m so glad you have so much of each in your sweet heart. isn´t it wonderful when our words are true about our earthly husband and the Lord too? that is a blessed life, indeed.
Yes, Indeed, Lorna… beauty and tenderness and love make life worth living. It is a blessing to experience these gifts each day. How aptly you express it, that it is such grace to experience these in an earthly husband, albeit only a reflection of the pure manifestation of these that come from the Lord. Amazing grace indeed. Thank you so much for this wondrous perspective, my dear friend. Love, Dee
Oh what a lovely poem ! Stemming from a land where turquoise lagoons, white beaches and sunny rays dance on my face — how I always long for “November colors”.
This brought a smile. Thank you.
And I was born and raised in a place with white beaches and sunny rays as well, making me accustomed to the warmth, a stranger to the cold… but I was transplanted into a place of four seasons, and now I behold the changing colors, and at this moment, the colors of Autumn. Thank you for your lovely comments and visit! It makes my heart sing.
A gentle nudge to remind us that closely following the beautiful fall comes the bitter winter. Brrrrrrr. Love your writing.
Yes, indeed, after November comes the bitter winter. Thank you so much for your lovely comment and visit.
A sort of lullaby if I may – I so love and admire the folktales, and the songs of really not so long ago that embrace the spiritual quality of not being defeated – but realizing we are mortal, that pain is and simply that is – not not eternal. Your words give us the cycle of time but a comfort that no matter how weathered, battered, even mortal we are there was and is in the cycle embrace. You’ve done very well here, poet.
Oh I am tickled that you found this to be a sort of lullaby. It is a comforting thought that mortality and pain are not eternal, but our spirits are, and through all the cycles of time that our mortal feet tread upon, in the end, we find ourselves embraced by the everlasting arms. Thank you for your beautiful insights and thoughts, Sandra (poet)! Always, Dee
Absolutely lovely- again.
Thank you so much, Nanc. I am so glad to know this poem spoke to you. God bless you! Dee
Ethereal poesie!
My heartfelt thanks, John. It is an honor that you deem this piece as such.
Your poem is really good – especially when I compare it with other poems in the net. And I like November anyhow because it`s my birthday next week.
Thanks and greetings from a literary tour through Dublin and Ireland from
Klausbernd
and last not least thanks for visiting my blog 🙂
Hi Klausbernd, I am delighted to know my poem speaks to you. I’d like to wish you advance Happy Birthday next week, and my best wishes for a wonderful birthday and enjoyable literary tour through Dublin and Ireland. I look forward to visiting your blog again. Thank you most kindly. Dee
What a lovely Poem. Beautiful 🙂 Congrats for the amazing work.
My deepest thanks, I am glad you like this poem.
I want to give you this award i hope you will take it..
What a wonderful and humbling award — exalting our Lord Jesus Christ! Thank you so much. I am so behind in putting up an Awards page, but I will work on it! Blessings to you and my deep gratitude. Love, Dee
Amen sis..God bless you
God bless you
God bless you too!
Exquisitely beautiful!
Thank you so much!
Fantastic use of imagery to evoke how you feel around this specific time of year. Done so perfectly.