You Old Vagabond

 

November* By Kevin McManus

November, you old vagabond,

with your tattered coat of grey,

you stumble into every town,

with a chill that steals the day.

You bring the ghosts of yesterday,

in your satchel, heavy and worn,

and your songs, in shades of melancholy,

leave the heart a little torn.

The leaves, they tremble at your touch,

as if they fear your solemn rhyme,

and the trees, they stand like soldiers,

guarding secrets lost to time.

So, welcome, November,

with your sombre grace,

and the tales you have to tell,

in your poetry of solitude,

you cast a melancholic spell.

Kevin McManus, an Irish poet from County Leitrim, is a recent discovery. I really like his poems. The photo is one I took this morning. 

* I could not find the name for this poem, thus the arbitrary title.