November

It was November ~ the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.
L.M. Montgomery

It was November ~ the month of promiscuous trees, turbulent moons dressed up in haze, opal leaves layering the smock of earth.

 

Art by Charles Vess.

 

She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, My Trending Stories and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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13 comments on “November
  1. Nandita says:

    Wow, the variation of the original is amazing.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. EWIAN says:

    Love the art and words

    Liked by 1 person

  3. grumpytyke says:

    Your words are truly delightful Iulia. I’ve been thinking about them and the ‘original’ for while. Yours move me more. x

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Reblogged this on Whisper and the Roar and commented:
    Iulia Halatz/Blog de companie

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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