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In Darkest November

by Chris Sorrenti

the wind
bites and gnaws
at any exposed flesh

compared to only weeks before
grotesque caricatures of themselves
wildly wave
snap at one another
in the wake of nor’wester
heralding worse things to come

turns to daggers
cutting through all material
causing one to wish it were snow
though maybe not a winter person

and except for an occasionally sunny day
becomes a meaningless word
and yet
an undeniable motivator
to continually go out in it

© 2014

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Posted on 11/26/2014
Copyright © 2021 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Brian Francis on 11/26/14 at 05:46 PM

nice write. Makes me shiver just to think. I'll stay in the desert thank you leave the chilly winds to you. good job -bf

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/26/14 at 06:52 PM

nor'westers to you, Chris...nor'easters to us coast dwellers, like the nasty November storm outside my window right now. In any term, miserable weather, miserable month, not even redeemed by Thanksgiving. Good write!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/26/14 at 11:59 PM

Our deep freeze has fled for the moment, leaving 66 degrees today, a day before Thanksgiving. Such weird turns of the temperature. Your words make me want to run for my coat. Stay cozy.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/27/14 at 09:50 PM

As cruelly as your amazing poem describes it, I miss a winter truly.

Posted by George Hoerner on 11/29/14 at 06:11 PM

I recall the day in Michigan as a teen. We played either football or hockey depending upon the weather. A great day it was, no school, etc. and Xmas was coming. My days depend less on the weather than almost anything. Nice write.

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