Penny's Poetry Blog

Design for November Let confusion be the design and all my thoughts go, swallowed by desire: recess from promises in the November of...

November in the City      I Tonight the rain blows down from misty places Above the roof-tops where the pigeons fly: And quick the st...

November Come! in thy veil of ashen cloud With mists around thee, like a shroud, And wan face coloured with no light Of sun or moon,...

Ode How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to d...

The Death Of The Flowers The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and...

Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890), Rain, November 1889. Public domain, Wikimedia Commons . November           dying land                cry...

The Thrush When Winter's ahead, What can you read in November That you read in April When Winter's dead? I hear the thrush,...