Revive The Archive: Michelle Pease’s “November”

Photo credit: joiseyshowaa via Visual Hunt / CC BY-SA [Image Description: A path flecked with red, orange, and yellow leaves (from the surrounding vibrantly colored trees) cuts through a misty forest.]

With summer long gone and winter around the corner, it’s easy to forget that fall may be missing from our lives this year. Fall is the season that we prepare for the coldish days ahead and gather up grandma’s chili recipe, but it’s also a season to stop and embrace the “November sun” as it honors us with its warmth, leftover from the summer days.

Pease graced us with her poem back in 2010, but seven years later, we may be left wondering, where did fall go? In this day and age, the lovely transition between seasons may be lost and it’s important to treasure the moments that make us remember this short-lived “enchanting lover” and the beauty it has brought to our lives.

November
Michelle Pease (2010)

His arms reach down

and gently caress my skin.

His fingers graze my face

and slowly trace my

jaw, neck, shoulders, and arms.

He pulls me into an embrace,

warm, soothing against my

cool pale skin.

November sun was his name;

he was a brief, but

enchanting lover.