“Poem for November”
By Mildred Alpern
They’re hangers-on
Refuse to leave the party.
When all the guests have gone
They straggle slow
To find their coats and glasses
Misplaced, lost, never worn.
Excuses to cling like toddlers
Grasping mommy’s hem
Ready to burst in tears
To want to stay forever.
But Nature has a way
Rebirth and regeneration
Demand room.
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Brilliant
Love this! How do you submit poetry for consideration?
haunting, powerful, slice of life
Lovely! Recalls the O’Henry story “The Last Leaf”
In Ukrainian, which has retained old agricultural names for the twelve months, November is Листопад — “List-oh-pahd” — which means “falling leaves.”
Delightful ! Thank you.
Beautiful and poignant, lovely piece.