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Hello November!

beneath the thinnest yellow light, I sit

relishing its warmth that’s cosier than the wine

mellow and exhilarating, 

it is that time of the year again

when the rust-orange splashes gleefully 

paves the way to the milk drops

the chill dreary winds replace the pumpkin spiced breeze

mittens, quilts, socks, hood see the daylight

nature draping a misty veil impedes the translucent gold lights

The rake screeching on the pavements peeling the scarlet past

the frosty ground, the dangling icicles, the shivering feeling

assures November is here, at last

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the aroma of hot chocolate prominent

the chill doorknobs, the kettle singing all-day, the glittering water drops on grass blades, the short days and long nights, 

the earth wraps itself in a white gown

the fireplace brewing marigold flames

A party time for the families

the chimney smells hot turkey or a chicken croissant 

the barbeque emitting smoky fragrance

the empty streets shine on moonlight nights

Sometimes I feel November brings two moons

One shining high above, other coating the ground

the sizzling cup of hot chocolate resting on the French window 

creates a magical mist, I scribble your name

and see it vanish into thin air of Alpine November 

the quiet winter sun gradually sets in splashing myriad shades

wintry dusk hurriedly crawls in

the cloudless sky shines in her ebony robe

twinkling galaxy reminds of the stillness

the crackling fireplace heaves embers of hope

let the specks of blazing gold warm the permafrost soul. πŸ’š

 Pic Courtesy: Getty Images

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  1. Winters, my favorite! And what imagery you’ve drawn, loved every description. And loved the line – ‘One shining high above, other coating the ground’
    In my poem Singapore Lanes, I also talk of the Fireplace. It gives such a cosy feeling that you want the winters to arrive.

  2. Did u really experienced these many things? Wow.. drops on grass blades.. what I’m thinking while writing poems you just forgot yourself and disappear in your thoughts, catch the right words floating around and throw it to us for experiencing your world.. Thanks for letting us in your world of November..πŸ˜€

  3. Perfect imagery, as usual! You have a way with words.
    November indeed is a beautiful month… As we foray into my favorite time of the year, winter. But I’d never thought about it like the way you’ve written… Marvellous! πŸ’š

    • Winter is everyone’s favourite πŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’š no.matter how chilling it be but there’s a warmth in this season that can give complex to all other seasonsπŸ˜€ thank you Sanjukta for your appreciationπŸ’š

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