Modest November
Modest November
Modest November slides in without notice
No fanfare, no sirens, no hoopla.
October has gone with a Halloween bang
Witches on sticks and all carry-on.
Deep autumn trees now shed their leaves
The weekend saw the hour fall back
The quiet days seem much shorter
And dark nights seem even longer.
In this month of compressed hours
We will seek sunshine that is ours
We will stride on piers along the bay
For every old dog has his day.
We forage sunshine where we can
Beneath the lighthouse facing south
On Dun Leary pier beyond the yachts
Tied up ahead of winter storms.
Should we batten down the hatches
Or open sails on choppy waters
Ride the tide as far as Bailey
Try our luck and ride our chances?
Is life too short to hide in dark cupboards
To avoid all risks and to hunker down?
Or should we welcome November
Leave safe harbor in search of winter sun?
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