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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOVEMBER WEATHER, by LOUIS J. SANKER
First Line: There's a wag of a rain at my window pane rapping
Last Line: Comes a welcome intruder, his brother, the snow.
Subject(s): November; Rain
First Line: There's a wag of a rain at my window pane rapping
Last Line: Comes a welcome intruder, his brother, the snow.
Subject(s): November; Rain
There's a wag of a rain at my window pane rapping,
With mischievous fingers insistently tapping
A constant discord that intrudes on my napping
And ruffles my rest.
A plague on the rogue and his meddlesome clamor
With the rat-tat-tat-tat of an arrogant hammer
Divesting my dreams of the trappings of glamor.
Enough of the jest.
I'll harbor no guest.
The hour is unseemly, besides I'm undressed!
A flurry of rain in a cadence cyclonic; --
Then an impudent beat in a measure ironic.
I leap from my bed in a temper Teutonic
To level him low.
No one at the door. No stir in the grasses
Save an insolent ripple of laughter that passes.
Then peace, as in slumber of innocent lasses.
He's gone. Let him go.
For timid and slow
Comes a welcome intruder, his brother, the snow.
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