Novemberness Poem by Sandra Fowler
Novemberness
Snowflakes create mosaics of moonlace.
They paint fantastic shadows on the glass.
A word or two accents the falling day.
Dusk flickers like a magic picture light.
The mood is older than Methuselah,
As ageless as a speech by Robert Byrd.
Time captures him in his Novemberness,
Eternal as the Appalachian frost.
For the Senator whose love of poetry is legendary.
Snowflakes create mosaics of moonlace. They paint fantastic shadows on the glass. Rachel Ann Butler
Will got it right - that goes without saying. Your first line I will carry in my heart - it is mesmorising. t x
Crystal-clear images of November, and a moving tribute to a great orator and public servant. Senator Byrd is the conscience of the Senate, as November is the conscience of the year, bringing back the bare bones of nature and humankind. Some public servants, like some autumn friends, are irreplaceable.
words fall like snoflakes........ uplifts my soul to unknown terrains......
Like the image I get with the first stanza-very pretty-the word or two-in my state, might not be pretty though ;) ...very lovely poem.
I keep being fascinated by the softness, elegance, wisdom, and magic of your poetry, dearest Sandra. This imagery is warmly eternal for us! Maria
November cool and snow flakes are always touched in all minds beyond the age, to watching the moon inside the glass is created wonderful moods, it leads us tremendous locations, fast and slow, nice,10+
a special tribute, a beautiful painting, everlasting art 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 4:09:05 AM # 1.0.0
A lovely poem for a man who has written his poems in helping peoples lives.