Beneath the Veil

photo by Josh Scholten

The wild November come at last
Beneath a veil of rain;
The night winds blows its folds aside,
Her face is full of pain.
The latest of her race, she takes
The Autumn’s vacant throne:
She has but one short moon to live,
And she must live alone.
~Richard Henry Stoddard

 

November is here,
having swept in on floods and wind,
leaving a mess of sorrow and silt in its wake.
There is much to be thankful for
despite the powerlessness,
pain of loss and effort of recovery.
November is a reminder
of our fragility and need for shelter
from the storms of life.

Blown off course,
drenched to the marrow,
pining for the light lost
to the advancing calendar,
we hunker down in place,
burrowing in for the long dark winter.

It is coming,
this veil of tears.
It is coming,
these night winds blowing away
our shield and protection.
It is coming,
this new moon forgetting how to shine.

Even so.
Our light still is powered from within,
ignited and irrepressible,
fueled by an overflowing abundance
of gentle loving and tender mercies.