Beautiful November
    I like the following poem by Robert Frost very much. It evokes November’s somber beauty. And I am intrigued by the poet’s musing on the beauty that someone else finds in November days. He does not entirely share her appreciation, although he certainly appreciates her.–April Moore
MY NOVEMBER GUEST
    by Robert Frost
   My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.
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a November view from our deck
November 5th, 2010 at 12:04 pm
Frost!!!
November 5th, 2010 at 1:17 pm
April, thank you for reminding me that I love Robert Frost.
November 5th, 2010 at 1:22 pm
Thank you so much for posting these! Makes you glad to be alive.
November 5th, 2010 at 3:15 pm
It always amazes me, how in nature, every and all colors that one would otherwise never expect would work together, (even clash), fit in such perfect harmony. i.e. a flower bed of pink, orange, red, purple, yellow and blue?
So this sticks out for me in the photograph, the ‘perfect’ demonstration of changing seasons, yet incomplete as to a specific season.
The green trees so close to your house, and Andy on the computer, seem almost symbolic
as they change colors towards ‘the future’? Obama? Our country in the process of change? Hope & change! Change being a certainty.
Thanks, April
Katrin
November 5th, 2010 at 5:29 pm
Oh April…I can’t believe how green it still is. We had lots of rain at the beginning of the season, but extremely dry at the end and the trees almost dropped everything without changing colors. You Photo is so delicate in its coloring…an unearthly beauty for fall. Thank you.
November 5th, 2010 at 7:43 pm
I, too, am intrigued by this poem. It seems to have more layers, more complexity, than I recall in Frost’s other poems. This draws me in, as I struggle each fall to balance the cooling down, shorter days, turning inward, with feelings of loss that emerge at this time.