November threatens forgetfulness of summer’s desire, the yearn, the yawn, the yes! of existence, with no! of “no shine, no butterflies, no bees”
with creak of knees, lines of face silver hair and brittle nails and yes! wintry death of all desire but for the joy in plenitude
carpe diem of eternity summering in You.
“Thus the snow loses its imprint in the sun.” (Dante, Paradiso)
For Cee's FOTD (Flower of the Day), a dahlia;
"No! Vember," d'verse's Poetics prompt, pays tribute to "No!" by Thomas Hood and asks that we take "a line from this poem and use it as springboard for a new poem." I chose "No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees."