Like November (or Dancer's Dare)

How it tugs at tender heartstrings; November's bronze-brown-blue-grey... Suddenly we are all children gazing wide-eyed... ...at the Creator's reminder of love's many-splendored hues "look! it's raining, marveled the 2 1/2 year old little boy,as we gazed agape a that without rain, cannot be seen! How it tugs at tender heartstrings; November's bronze-brown-blue-greyHow it woos Surrender's smarting as fall's fading ballads playAs the sassy zephyr swindles hues of scarlet-yellow-redAs a beloved Maestro dwindles leaf-montages overhead How we wish time didn't hurry like the homeward trek of feetOr like leaves that scuttle, scurry and cartwheel 'cross yard and streetHow like lonely shepherds, shadows scale the slopes at eventideHow November's sheave-shorn meadows cast a quiet countryside How the part that balks and reasons rocks the heart with poetryHow the quiescence of the seasons taunts Want's bent of vanityHow the rebel wind rants, reckless, where once rustling cornfields gleamed Akin to grief, raw and restless where once winsome Dreamer dreamed How the ache of farewells, meted in each fallen leaf, runs wildYet, beauty is not defeated; wonder is a laughing child Where the canvas of November showcases the Artist's lawEarth, a hearth of dying embers, kindles hearts with unplumbed awe Where the sweep of furrows, umber, slumber, green and gold bereftWhere no onlooker can number what remains of autumns left Where solitude of November stokes a haunting melodyStrains of 'Nothing stays forever' wafts across the bloom-doffed lea Autumn's Anthem spills unbidden; how its lyrics lilt and swirlSuddenly we are all children, universal boy and girlGazing wide-eyed, meeker, kinder, at November's stunning dues At the Creator's reminder of love's many-splendored hues How it tugs at tender heartstrings; sorrow in its finest form Hones a sense of hope where Parting, takes the world by golden stormLoosed Leaf startles grief with gladness, tango of ten-thousand-(thousand) feet Dares the Dancer to brave sadness like November, Bittersweet © Janet Martin Parting, takes the world by golden storm...Daring the Dancer to brave sadness