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The Dairies of November.

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It's over, and did November not do nostalgic ease?
Morning breezes, raucous calls of migratory geese, 
And a coral moon that is floating low in the sky.
Nor an autmn gold remained in the trees in sigh.
Did I appreciate the vigorous foliage while it persisted?
Was I astonished? the hive have up and left instead.
Then dispersed to tremble in their wintery clumps.
Sun's ricochet light behind drawn drapes and thumps.
Around twelve in the afternoon, a closed sign appears.
The filthy river, coughs forth reed grass like fatty as feather dusters.
The throngs of children have succumbed to winter's great allure.
A sky like Hovers' dried cement will definitely endure.





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Summary: 

The poem is a reflection on the passing of time and the arrival of winter after the beauty of autumn has faded away. The speaker expresses regret for not appreciating the fall foliage while it lasted and laments the absence of the lively atmosphere that once filled the streets. The imagery in the poem is melancholic, with descriptions of a coral moon, reed grass, and a filthy river. The speaker also notes the absence of children playing outside, signaling the arrival of winter and the end of autumn.

The theme of the poem is the passage of time and the fleeting nature of beauty. The speaker's regret for not appreciating the fall foliage while it lasted is a reminder to cherish the present moment before it's gone. The imagery of the coral moon, reed grass, and the filthy river symbolize the decay that comes with the changing of seasons, and the absence of children playing outside reflects the quietness and stillness that comes with the arrival of winter. The poem highlights the importance of appreciating the beauty in the present moment and accepting the inevitability of change.

The poem also touches on the theme of nostalgia and the longing for the past. The speaker remembers the raucous calls of migratory geese and the lively atmosphere that once filled the streets, and the arrival of winter brings a sense of loss and emptiness. The closed sign appearing around noon further emphasizes the quietness and stillness that comes with the passing of time.

The poem's language is evocative, with descriptions of the "autumn gold" and "vigorous foliage" that once filled the trees. The speaker's regret for not appreciating this beauty while it lasted highlights the importance of living in the moment and cherishing the present. The imagery of the filthy river and the reed grass also symbolize the decay and passing of time, adding to the overall sense of melancholy in the poem.

In conclusion, the poem is a contemplation on the passage of time, the fleeting nature of beauty, and the importance of living in the moment. The speaker's regret and longing for the past serve as a reminder to appreciate the present while it lasts, as everything is constantly changing and evolving. The language and imagery in the poem create a melancholic and nostalgic atmosphere, evoking a sense of loss and emptiness that comes with the arrival of winter.









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