Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOVEMBER, by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. First Line: Old november, sere and brown Last Line: With hope, faith and love alway. Subject(s): Autumn; Holidays; November; Seasons; Thanksgiving; Fall | ||||||||
Old November, sere and brown, Clothes the country, haunts the town, Sheds its cloak of withered leaves, Brings its sighing, soughing breeze. Prophet of the dying year, Builder of its funeral bier, Bring your message here to men; Sound it forth that they may ken What of Life and what of Death Linger on your frosty breath. Let men know to you are given Days of thanks to God in heaven; Thanks for things which we deem best, Thanks, O God, for all the rest That have taught us(trouble, strife, Bring thru Death a larger Life) Death of our base self and fear (Even as the dying year, Though through cold and frost, shall bring Forth a new and glorious spring) Shall shed over us the sway Of a new and brighter day, With Hope, Faith and Love alway. | Other Poems of Interest...THE HEAT OF AUTUMN by JANE HIRSHFIELD OUR AUTUMN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AN AUTUMN JOY by GEORGE ARNOLD A LEAF FALLS by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LETTER IN OCTOBER by TED KOOSER AUTUMN EVENING by DAVID LEHMAN EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV |
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