A Familiar Light...By Donna Earle Poem by Donna Earle

A Familiar Light
The short exquisite days of late November, tremble,
in hesitation and in glory,
and in fear,
for they will soon be gone.
Their strange dim glimmer
reveals a leaving,
a strange going.
In the middle of the day,
sometimes,
it is almost dark.
The day is still here,
yet it is also gone.
The dim sweetness threatens to disappear
before the sun decides to set.
It's as if those ghostly days turn into evening
in seconds,
as if they never existed at all.
A terrible beauty accompanies these days,
sometimes..
A lingering maleficence,
an unexplained sadness,
the month's loveliness is too pure,
too heart-wrenching,
The shadows of the birches
dance a good-bye dance,
the ghostly dead dock weed
so tall and dark,
waves in a yellow wind,
good-bye, good-bye.
The white popcorn flowers and the common sedge
prepare to go.
The road ahead is gilded with a familiar light,
some recognize, it some do not.
Those who do are haunted tormented souls.
Do not weep for them
or for November.
It has been always this way.
It will always be so.

© Donna Earle,
November overwhelms me in a way I find hard to explain.A light on the country roads is very melancholy and seems to call me.A far away past calls too, and more that fills me with emotion.