November Songs

Rust colored leaves
Lonesome naked trees
Waving branches, wild dancing fingers
Reaching upward, gray skies, dark clouds above

Early snow, sparse gatherings here and there
Thin streams of streaky smoke
Lazily drifting from red brick chimneys
A sorrowful wind howls cold and lonely

In the distance, two bright red cardinals
Chirping November songs back and forth
Songs of plenty, winter solitude, thanksgiving
Melodies reunited strangers sing

I hope I never forget
How October brought us here
Just to hear the wind
And strangers sing November songs

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: http://www.donaldiannone.com Wisdom Work Press: https://wisdomworkpress.wordpress.com

12 thoughts on “November Songs

  1. Beautiful! Thanks!
    Nice photos, too.
    A friend of mine saw that game on tv when Herb got the line drive from Gil. May they both be happy!

  2. Today at the retreat,a poem came to me as I was sitting. I examined it afterward and saw that it refers to unpleasant sensations or emotions or thoughts, acceptance, respect, wonder, and the ever present Presence that’s revealed in their wake:

    Ow!
    Allow.
    Bow.
    Wow!
    Now.

  3. Wow! Those are beautiful fruit and such photos over there. Guess the same applies to pleasant sensations, too!
    Thanks!

  4. Interestingly (at least to me), I just read that, although Lincoln’s son Robert was supposed to be at the theater with his Father the night of the assassination, he stayed home and missed it. However, he was present at both Garfield’s AND McKinley’s assassinations…
    (how many s’s are there in that word, anyway?
    anyway… nice photos…!

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