Winter approaches. Today, was a dreary day and the trees are becoming littered on the ground as their leaves fall. Yet, as Robert Frost pointed out, there is something lovely in the barrenness of November days. This reminds me that, as fall turns to winter, of a need for the seasonal shifts that bring new life into the world. It is part of the healing process nature provides.
My Sorrow, when she’s there with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay,
She talks and I am fain to list;
She’s glad the birds have gone way.
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday, I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.
ivonprefontaine
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If there is a finer poet than Frost (perhaps equal but not finer) than I am ignorant of such. This is a truly lovely post. And, how sentimentally appropriate for November close to the 50 year anniversary of JFKs assassination to which Frost wrote “Dedication” for his inaugural address. Thank you for this one and all the other great posts at your site. Paulette
You are most welcome Paulette. I was not aware of Frost’s connection to JFK. He had such a way of bringing words to life. Thank you for the kind comment.
November prepares us for what’s next – wintery winds and snow!
Yes, I am glad I am not at home in Edmonton. They are getting winter today in a big way.
Snow already?
Yes, they got a whole bunch in Alberta. I am not there right now, but it was the first major storm of the year and it was unpleasant. They always are.
Wow – not ready for the snow yet but it’s coming.
What a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it Ivon. I love the bare November days. 🙂
You are welcome Elizabeth. There is something about this time of the year between the colour of fall and the white of winter that is inspirational.
Beautiful composition.
Thank you Lvsrao.
Love the changes~
They are part of the cycle of life and nature.
Winter is an opportunity top clear the house/life to provide room for renewal and new possibilities that Spring shall bring.
It is all of that and we need to do those things.
Pristine !