November’s Tale

~
A marbled morning sunrise at five,
and I want to know, who sculptured this?
Is Michelangelo still working on ceilings?
after all those years?
~
A small ‘’tweet’‘ comes, from close overhead;
followed by ‘’squawks’‘ in the distance.
~
Two birds.
Two birds.
There are only two birds;
when only two,
what then, is the difference?
~
At the mid-way point,
at this time of year;
twixt the birds that come
and the birds that go.
And the ‘’uh-oh’‘ birds,
the Winter birds,
that still are not yet to show.
~
And the deer at this time
come dangerously close,
in the season where men
check their guns.
For the sport of the hunt
that’s supposed to be fun
is tradition, and still American.
~
Oh, I used to hunt
with my male archetypes,
in the mountains of New Mexico.
~
All gone.
All gone.
All the archetypal hunters,
and the deer of New Mexico.
~
The late bloomer’s still here,
they can’t last much longer.
They need to be moving along,
to climes that are warmer
and give way to the ‘’uh-ohs,’‘
who in Winter, they are the stronger.
~
And November’s Tale
will soon be upscaled
to the pales and the story of Winter.

Copyright © 2011 Marvin Loyd Welborn. All Rights Reserved.

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Comments

  1. Oh, I love the way your words sounded they just came pouring out. The spontaneity of your style, perfect for describing a wonderful morning.

    Thank you for stopping by to mine last week. In your comment on my blog piece, you mentioned Mary Oliver. The name sounds familiar. Can you share with me her blog’s link on my blog? Thank you, Tink. I would love to stop by to yours again in the future and check out your work. 🙂

    Olive Tree http://peaceroad.wordpress.com/2011/11/03/the-autumn-beauty-poem/

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  2. lovely images of november specially the animal scenes.. and your ending is perfect… do i get the feeling that there is winter part to this ~

    thanks always for your kinds words in my blog ~

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  3. You give me an incredible insight into November that I would otherwise not have – my November hails summer, not winter. It shows what a wonderful job you have done -that I can see the deer and feel the season change when it is so foreign to me.

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  4. OMG, I absolutely love the first stanza of this poem: “A marbled morning sunrise at five,/and I want to know, who sculptured this?
    /Is Michelangelo still working on ceilings?/after all those years?” That is completely inspired!

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