“November” by Alice Carey
The leaves are fading and falling;
The winds are rough and wild;
The birds have ceased their calling–
But let me tell you, my child,
Though day by day, as it closes,
Doth darker and colder grow,
The roots of the bright red roses
Will keep alive in the snow.
And when the winter is over,
The boughs will get new leaves,
The quail come back to the clover,
And the swallow back to the eaves.
The robin will wear on his bosom
A vest that is bright and new,
And the loveliest wayside blossom
Will shine with the sun and dew.
The leaves today are whirling;
The brooks are all dry and dumb–
But let me tell you, my darling,
The spring will be sure to come.
There must be rough, cold weather,
And winds and rains so wild;
Not all good things together
Come to us here, my child.
So, when some dear joy loses
Its beauteous summer glow,
Think how the roots of the roses
Are kept alive in the snow.
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Being as I am one with a November birthday, I’m sad to see another poem about November that laments it’s existence, and wishes that it would go away. Everyone loves Autumn, and forgets that the entire month of November is also included in that season.
Hi Cheryl,
It’s interesting how the poem impacted you differently. I liked the idea that although everything looks dead and dreary, life continues on beneath the surface and will come forth again. I found it encouraging.
On the other end of the spectrum, my birthday is in March and I hear how much people don’t like that month because it isn’t winter and it isn’t spring. It’s just wet and dreary. LOL!
Good to hear from you!
Sallie
Hi Sallie,
I do appreciate how the poet communicated that life goes on no matter what time of year it is. I think it’s just that it focuses more on the downside of November. Actually, I appreciate that there is still some fall color left, in Ohio at least. The mums are usually still in bloom, and even a few geraniums! lol 🙂