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A November Song – A winters Gallery with poems

Novembers song  Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Novembers song
Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

So Halloween is over and the first of the November mornings arrives, it feels like winter here in Kilkenny at last , I wonder what the season to come will bring, Snow and ice, Rain and storms, wonderful winter walks.

We will have to wait and see I guess, for now I post some of the images taken during winters past and some great poems reflecting upon the days ahead.

A Novembers song :

Monday Trees at Coolagh 001

“The name ‘November’ is believed to derive from ‘novem’ which is the Latin for the number ‘nine’. In the ancient
Roman calendar November was the ninth month after March. As part of the seasonal calendar November is the
time of the ‘Snow Moon’ according to Pagan beliefs and the period described as the ‘Moon of the Falling Leaves’
by Black Elk.”

Yellow Tutsan flowwers 2

“The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.”
– Emily Dickinson

Find a forest walk 1

“When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.”
– Carol L. Riser, Autumn

Storm clouds over the land

“The sky is streaked with them
burning hole in black space —
like fireworks, someone says
all friendly in the dark chill
of Newcomb Hollow in November,
friends known only by voices.

We lie on the cold sand and it
embraces us, this beach
where locals never go in summer
and boast of their absence. Now
we lie eyes open to the flowers
of white ice that blaze over us

and seem to imprint directly
on our brains. I feel the earth,
rolling beneath as we face out
into the endlessness we usually
ignore. Past the evanescent
meteors, infinity pulls hard.”
– Marge Piercy, Leonids Over Us

Storm clouds over the lake 1

13 responses

  1. Wonderful atmospheric shots

    November 1, 2014 at 12:49 pm

    • Hello Rabirius πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      Thank you , very happy you enjoyed them πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      November 1, 2014 at 1:38 pm

  2. Beautiful and mysterious, Nigel. And lovely interpretations with these poems — I especially like Emily D. πŸ˜€

    November 1, 2014 at 4:30 pm

  3. harvestmuse

    Reblogged this on Tales of Love and Light.

    November 1, 2014 at 8:23 pm

  4. Thank you Sharon , very pleased you enjoyed , yes she captured the month so well πŸ˜€

    November 1, 2014 at 9:32 pm

  5. Very atmospheric set of images Nigel.

    November 2, 2014 at 11:15 am

    • Hello Aidy πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      Thank you , very pleased you enjoyed them πŸ™‚

      November 2, 2014 at 2:37 pm

  6. Your pictures are stunning in their beauty! –Dennis

    November 3, 2014 at 2:50 pm

    • Hello Denis πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      Thank you , very peased you like them and thank’s for such a great comment πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      November 6, 2014 at 1:35 pm

  7. This is a beautiful post, Nigel. Thanks ❀

    November 3, 2014 at 2:56 pm

  8. Emily Dickinson. Heh. Beautiful images, Nigel. And….. we’ve already had snow. Crikey! But it didn’t stick. Yet.

    November 3, 2014 at 5:16 pm

  9. Lovely and atmospheric for the season, Nigel – nice work!

    November 3, 2014 at 5:22 pm

  10. Reblogged this on Siren Afire and commented:
    So beautiful…

    November 4, 2014 at 4:10 pm

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