Do not dismiss November as a throw-away month,
a collection of weeks that precedes and follows holidays
or you may miss the revelation that November is, in fact,
nature’s scrapbook filled with remembrance and recollection
of this year nearly past.
Sunny summer days can come in November, days so warm
we turn our faces, eyes shut, to the sky and bare our arms,
We cluck with surprise at lavender crocuses blooming again
amid thick blankets of russet leaves, we cock our heads to listen
to the beat of wings overhead as birds seek home (and often
think “but didn’t we just hear them arriving this spring?”)
We notice wintery black branches outlined against white clouds
hurrying across the sky with the urgency of a mother late for pickup.
Even the air is stunning, how can something invisible
be defined by qualities like strong or crisp or crystalline.
Frosty November mornings become balmy days,
then clear, cold, cobalt nights crowded with stars
and a restless moon that glides among them
with the solitary grace of a lone swan searching for its mate.
At day’s end black and coral skies sprawl unrestrained and joyous
as the work of a child left alone in an art room.
November dares us to name its rich, complex colors
and duplicate its elegant patterns effortlessly made
by weeds, vines, corners, shadows, and spiders.
The only adequate response to November’s
unrelenting beauty and art is this: shout praise
praise for streams and puddles and marshes
praise for maples and oaks and pines and cedars
praise for crunchy brown leaf piles
praise for shiny red wild rose hips
shout praise for gold everywhere.
Praise to you, little leaf spiraling confidently through the air,
lingering long moments between tree and ground,
obviously searching for the perfect landing place, well done!!
And praise to you, November,
for your promises made
and honored each year:
Change is coming soon.
This glory will return.
And the world will be different
CHRISTIE LOWRANCE, NOVEMBER 2016
Note: "November Too" is an elaboration on an earlier poem titled “This November” which was based on an earlier poem titled “November.” Apparently November resonates with me.