November Born

In the November air, welcomed by the
confused weather patterns of this autumn time,
life springs forth three times.

The first, a mid-November child
who did not yet have to share.
The late fall wind reminded
her cool, bald head that strength
could be a weakness.

And, despite the ghouls’ and goblins’
requests
some 20 years later,
she understood not to push and pull
until the clock brushed past midnight
to November 1st,
where the second in line was invited to join her mother
on the calendar
with the crackling leaves and chapped roots.

And November whispered in her tiny ear
that she was no July or April babe:
it is more worthwhile
to search for the sun than to be handed its rays so easily.

Three decades she shared in her mother’s November,
until the third, closer to December
than to she,
was initiated,
closing the triangle and creating infinite orbit.

To the third, November
was more than just her young celebrations,
but a history of calendar flips
dedicated to the women that brought her here.

November Born

eggnj

Pittsburgh, United States

  • Artist
    Notes
  • Artwork Comments 1

Artist's Description

A poem written for my mother’s birthday, but also to mother earth and the land.

Artwork Comments

  • Beth Mills
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.