Thoughts on an Ice Cold Blue November Morning


Upon a bitter and beautiful November
So cold the snow grumbles under your feet
Dogs and kids create zig-zaggy patterns
As Adultings tread a practical path
Some leaves still shiver and cling to home
Others lay fallen and homeless in footprints
Huddled together or lonely
All waiting for Winter’s next snug blanket
Above the sky is all sharp icy blue
So sharp it slices your eyes wide open
Upon this bitter and beautiful November
No amount of grumbling could ever remove its sheen

– Ron – Ottawa, Ontario – Nov. 22, 2018

A Year of Creating Dangerously, Day 322: Saturday Life Quote – November


Ronald Kok, November, Gatineau Hills, Quebec

November by Elizabeth Coatsworth

“November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”