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November Knows
by Ken HarnischWatching
Browns and golds
Dust the windblown tartan
November jealously guards
Her prerogative
To be that steely sentinel between
The autumns crystal light
And winters icy onyx nights.
Her ice cream clouds belie her fury;
Her steely gales belie her calm;
And how many times
I have loved and lost
In her fierce and fickle wake
I have forgotten
Ah, but cold November knows. 11/05/2001 Posted on 11/03/2002
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/03/02 at 10:29 AM *soft warm smile*... this one has all of November's mysterious beauty. I love the way you give the month a human personality.... and bring it wonderfuly to life on the page. |
| Posted by Adrian Calhoun on 11/04/02 at 07:42 AM A very well written piece. November makes me think of Gordon Lightfoots line from the song "Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald"..."they say Lake Erie never gives up her dead when the gales of November come early." Powerful image captured in words, you have drawn that same type of imagery in this poem to me. Well done. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/06/02 at 08:07 PM You set yourself in the embrace of time and tide. Good poem, Ken. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 11/06/03 at 07:46 PM this is a wonderful piece, timely and timeless...well done, have been looking to write a Fall piece, but this piece lets the cool air blow around you as you read, like the people of our lives...well done, nice to read u again |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/02/03 at 10:29 AM this is amazing, I'm sorry I missed it earlier. Having had November as a theme for a class poem recently, I'd have brought this in as an example if I'd found it sooner. The colors and the mood, perfect |
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