WILD NOVEMBER...

"Now in November, nearer comes the sun down, the abandoned heaven..." -D.H. Lawrence

"I have always been fascinated by the ocean...touching eternity, that it goes on forever, till it begins here again..." -Lauren DeStefano

"There is October in every November, and there is November in every December. All seasons melted into each other's life..." -Mehmet Murat Idan

"The wild November comes at last beneath a veil of rain..." -R.H. Stoddard

"Mist to mist, drops to drops, for water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return..." -Kamand Kajouri

"The world is tired, the year is old, the fading leaves are glad to die..." 

-Sara Teasdale

"November wind has a different sound than any other..."-Gladys Taber

"It was the best kind of November day....cold and crisp, but not quite freezing, not icy..." -R. Rowell

"It was November, the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep hymns of the sea, passionate wind songs of the pines..."

-L. M. Montgomery

"The sea is a desert of waves, a wilderness of water..." -Langston Hughes
 

"Be thankful for what you have. Your life is someone else's fairy tale..." -Wale Ayeni

"November at its best, with a delightful sort of menace in the air..." -Anne Bosworth Greene

"Peering from some high window, at the gold of November sunset, and feeling that if day has to become night, this is a beautiful way..." -e.e. cummings

Photographs 2025

I WILL ALWAYS MISS YOU...(for Remembrance Day)

I ran as fast as I could.  I almost missed you. I still waved. Did you see me?

There were many that day.  Faster than I. Faster than the wind that stirred. 

I wanted to see you one last time. To see your smile. To tell you I would wait.

But you belonged to the world now. 

How many of us ran with hands outstretched.

 I hoped that you saw me.

You did.  Just once. From afar. You smiled at me. I remembered . 

 With a quiet benediction I let you go.

It was as if the wind called your name. Tangled  into my dreams.  

Will you think of me? In fields and dark of night. Will you  hold my hand next to your heart, telling me it will be all right?

With all my courage. With all my will. I will always be here. 

Through hushed winters and silent springs, will I hear your voice call for me.

When you left that day, it was late in the year. Almost Christmas. England beckoned you.

On a day when  the wind went shouting by.  It echoed the thunder of a thousand men. 

 I heard you in the silence of my soul, as days marched on.

  Then one day you were brought  home. To me.  

This time I was there. Standing alone in the rain. ......  I will always miss  you. Will you always miss me?

                                                          "Lest we forget"

Photographs 2023
 

NOVEMBER SKIES....

"November holds the first moments of winter's magic..." -Teale

"Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast."
-  Sara Coleridge

"So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world."
-   John Clare, November

"All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree,
While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the blue-nosed misery."
-  Ruth Pitter, 1897-1992, The Diehards, 1941

 

"The white sun  like a moth on a string circles the southpole."
-   A. R. Ammons, Late November 

"I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadow less like silence, listening
To silence."-   Thomas Hood, Ode: Autumn, 1827

 

Photographs 2022 

 

A REMNANT....

"I AM A REMNANT OF a CLOUD..." By  Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) From Gitanjali a collection.... written in 1910

I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn, uselessly roaming in the sky.

O my sun ever glorious!

Thy touch has not yet melted my vapour

Making me one with your light.

And thus I count months and years separated from you.

If this be your wish and this be your play

than take this fleeting emptiness of mine

Paint it with colours

Gilt it with gold

Float it on the wanton wind

And spread it in varied wonders

And again when it shall be your wish

to end this play at night

I shall melt and vanish away in the dark

or it may be in a smile......

of the white morning.

In a coolness of purity transparent.

Photographs  2021