smothering damp and languid
dense with dread
ominous and dangerous
twilight having receded
moonlight labors hard
slowly shouldering its way
through the thickening shroud
gnarled shape of leaf-dead trees
their spindly spiked branches
thrust skyward knobbed and twisted
their trunks bent threateningly.
muffled deep within my soul
a chaotic chill of seeming voices
shiver a darkly indecipherable
no no novemburrr
Luv the way you voiced the chill that your November brings
Stay safe
Much????love
Thank you Gillena! You stay safe too… 🙂
Fantastic imagery in this one Rob 🙂 I love; “moonlight labors hard slowly shouldering its way through the thickening shroud.”
Thank you Sanaa. 🙂 I managed to stir up enough of my annual November depression & anger to turn out an appropriate atmospheric piece. Love Sept & Oct, but sorry, Nov sucks — until TurkeyDay.
I hear the chill of November in your words, Rob! I especially love these lines:
‘slowly shouldering its way
through the thickening shroud’
Reminds me of Blake’s ‘darkening green.’ A dark time for many.
Thank you Ingrid! Nov not my fave month, made especially said because Nov 4th is the birthday of my son Aaron, who was killed by a reckless driver in his 18th year, the summer prior to his leaving for college. So November is a bummer.
Dark and Novemberish, Rob, I love the hard alliteration of ‘smothering damp and languid / dense with dread’, and the lines:
‘gnarled shape of leaf-dead trees
their spindly spiked branches
thrust skyward knobbed and twisted
their trunks bent threateningly’
is a wonderful evocation of trees in November mist.
Thank you Kim… 🙂 …I appreciate your kind words. November to me Kim, is a chill damp wasteland, until Thanksgiving — then the Christmas season begins, my favorite time of the year.
“…a chaotic chill of seeming voices…”
YESvember, the way you tell it, please.
November like January, always feel like months with “empty” starts to me Ron, where mostly what I experience is the chill greys — save for T’giving at end of Nov, which I enjoy. February would be empty too, but my son Feb 6th, and I Feb 18th, both have birthdays in Feb — which bookend Feb with gifts and parties.
what a hauntingly skilful write Rob … felt the chill, love ‘leaf-dead’ trees!
I used to think they were ‘dead’ trees as we don’t experience that so much here
Thsnk you do much Kate… 🙂