A
calendar poem for November:
November knows the
beauty of a line:
One stroke
across the heart of a gray sky.
Vacancy is
where true vision lies,
Eternity
redacted into time.
Memory now
moves into the garden,
Bringing
with it music never heard.
Each
slender, naked branch is like a word
Recalling
the lost happiness of Eden.
©
by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Elegy.
By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI
To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/novemb.html. For more calendar poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/calendarpoems.html .
