November Sonnet

A Poem by Chelsea Fraser

Photo by Gabrielle Johnson, Chasing Horizons Photography

Atop the chilling earth, the trees now bare,

A blanket’s pulled across the dormant ground

Of leaves long felled, released to lend their care

Elsewhere, and boughs rise starkly all around

The darkened trunks in stoic reverie–

They cast a welcome specter in the air.

Inside, the fire bequeaths its first warm burn.

November’s here with melancholic cheer,

As if it’s caught betwixt delight and gloom.

A grey-warm haze that settles to the earth

Across each morning’s day gives way its room

To sunlight’s beams’ deep-sinking, haleful mirth.

            November knows itself in ways too deep

            For any single metaphor to keep.

Chelsea Fraser loves being a wife, mother, poet, musician, and arts director. She has authored a poetry collection, The Mother Tree, about being and becoming. She has been published in The Way Back to Ourselves Literary Journal, Inkwell (formerly Ekstasis Magazine), The Dewdrop, Vessels of Light Journal, Calla Press, and others. Chelsea has been a featured poet at Inkwell creative gatherings and speaks regularly on poetry, art, and faith.