November at end

Future nightmares are on hold
As November is at end,
Too cold the streets we walk at night,
The plastic chairs are blown away
And the summer guests all went.

We are the ones who stay, my friend,
And I am glad for days we spend
Together on an empty beach in snow.
There is a hand for you to reach
And sudden sunsets as we go.


Comments on: "November at end" (19)

  1. ” There is a hand for you to reach” As another poet said, “That is all you know and all you need to know” Lovely

  2. Beautiful Ina!

  3. That rhyme in the last stanza sure gives the poem a lovely closure!

  4. I like this one very much.

  5. Nice Ina – for me, it all seems to be all slowing down until the last line which suddenly ends in movement to the future. Nicely done – I like it! πŸ™‚

  6. nettie Schroders. said:

    Deze raak me o zo waar.mooi hoor.

  7. “an empty beach in snow”…a whole poem, a painting, a bitter sweet memory

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