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November Folklore
Today’s Unearthed Words are a collection of folklore and sayings about November. Thunder in November, a fertile year to come. A heavy November snow will last till April. Flowers in bloom late in autumn indicate a bad winter. If there’s ice in November that will bear a duck, There’ll be nothing after but sludge and…
Reluctance
by Robert Frost And the dead leaves lie huddled and still, No longer blown hither and thither; The last lone aster is gone; The flowers of the witch-hazel wither … As featured onThe Daily Gardener podcast: Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all. Robert Frost Related posts: After…
It was November
by Lucy Maud Montgomery It was November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul. As featured…
Some of the Days in November
by Gladys Taber Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise. As featured onThe Daily Gardener podcast: Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all. Gladys Taber Related posts: Walking Down the Country Road People Who Make…
November by Maggie Dietz
by Maggie Dietz Show’s over, folks. And didn’t October do A bang-up job? Crisp breezes, full-throated cries Of migrating geese, low-floating coral moon. Nothing left but fool’s gold in the trees. Did I love it enough, the full-throttle foliage, While it lasted? Was I dazzled? The bees Have up and quit their last-ditch…
Lovely Mosquito
by Doug MacLeod Lovely mosquito, attacking my arm As quiet and still as a statue, Stay right where you are! I’ll do you no harm- I simply desire to pat you. Just puncture my veins and swallow your fill For, nobody’s going to swot you. Now, lovely mosquito, stay perfectly still – A SWIPE! And…
Mosquito
by David Sollis Announcing your arrival In a high-pitch buzzing-tone. As a tactic for survival, You’re seldom on your own. Red lumps display where you have been Often felt, but rarely seen. But if I catch a glimpse of you, my little vampire chum, I’ll make sure you get what you’re due And crush you…
The Potato
by Joseph Stroud Three days into the journey I lost the Inca Trail and scrambled around the Andes in a growing panic when on a hillside below the snowline I met a farmer who pointed the way- Machu Picchu allá, he said. He knew where I wanted to go. From my pack, I pulled out…
Potato
by Jane Kenyon In haste one evening while making dinner I threw away a potato that was spoiled on one end. The rest would have been redeemable. In the yellow garbage pail, it became the consort of coffee grounds, banana skins, carrot peelings. I pitched it onto the compost where steaming scraps and leaves return,…
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They…
The Brook
by Alfred Lord Tennyson I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorpes, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip’s farm,…
Catch the Transient Hour
by Samuel Johnson Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour; Improve each moment as it flies! Life’s a short summer, man a flower; He dies – alas! how soon he dies! As featured onThe Daily Gardener podcast: Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all. Samuel Johnson Related posts:…
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