the oaks are naked now
their last rags wind-stripped
& though my breath
is a seen thing
i know heat
this side of winter
somehow
you have made me
less november
& more
something that blooms
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
That gave me goosebumps!
Aw, Julie–thank you! I was all set to sit down and write something clever about Election Day, and instead this insisted on coming out 😉
One Election Day poem coming up!
Wonderful poem. I’d much rather read this than “something clever about Election Day!” Thank you.
Thank you, Lori! I would rather write love poetry than election poetry!
Wow … this played with my mind !!!
🙂 thanks!
this brought on all kinds of goosebump sensations for me, Susan. lovely!
Wow–you are the second person who has said goosebumps 😉
wrote it for someone who gives me goosebumps…
A way to skip winter, works for me haha really a great thing to feel such warmth at ones wing.
🙂 thanks, Pat.
Very evocative, compressed and effective. Enjoyed it much.
Oh, thank you!
you have made me less november…that is a beautiful line…love your creative imagery as well…the trees stripped of their rags….very nice opening….but that november line stole the show for me…
Thank you, Brian. I was going to write something else right after voting, but this one wanted to come out first 😉
Wonderful distillation of images and emotions. I always admire works where not a word is wasted—just like here. Nice job.
Thank you, Steve!
I know, November is like that. The oaks are naked now (how I remember that—so few oaks here, now.) Lovely, Susan. For some reason I wish for more sadness here—I’m such a glutton for punishment; after all there is much beauty here:
i know heat
this side of winter
somehow
Somehow less November, but can November be less?
A beautiful poem, Susan. Another one. .
Chaty, thanks so much! Hmmm… I cannot make November less, but my love can definitely make me feel like blooming instead of shedding leaves 😉
Beautifully expressed, Susan. All of us would yearn for this, I think, to make us feel less “November” at this time of year.
Thank you, Mary!
had to smile at the ending. wonderful choice of words… “the oaks are naked now
their last rags wind-stripped” this is just brilliant!
Oh, Miriam, thank you!
OOOH! I like! The inference of essential change to self through relationship is a delight. Nicely penned. Not too much, not too little.
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oh, thanks so much!
Wow! Brilliant use of words
Thanks, Celestine…
That’s a nice feeling. To be made to forget the cold and look forward to winter Wonderful write Susan!
Hank
Hank, thank you!
somehow you have made me less november….lovely!! thanks
Thank you so much!
Beautiful… less November and more something that blooms.
Beth, thank you!
Wish I was blooming about now! We still have a maple not quite shorn of leaves.
I know… I have some nerve, feeling all springlike and such 😉
There are no words that can describe the delight this brought to me. Thank you.
Wow, Emily, thank you!