A Winter Night in November.

The wind whistles an eerie tune
as the trees shiver beneath the moon.

Luna shines her pale silver light
to accompany the weary through the night.

The road is bare of travellers on foot,
the air is silent and all is mute.

Long shadows are cast on a deserted street,
absent the patter of human feet.

A little dog barks and supresses a quiver,
things unknown give him a shiver.

Rain falls as the dark sky sobs
as humans rest from their daily jobs.

Still the wind howls as he sings his tune.
Dark clouds now cover the silver moon.

The world is resting as if all were dead,
sound asleep in a warm, cosy bed.

Reviews

[Amy R]

Your poem captures a moment of stillness in the world, highlighting both the beauty and eeriness of a quiet night.

Imagery used is so good, a very lovely poem. The wind is described as "howling" and "singing," and the sky is said to "sobs," giving these elements human-like qualities that enhance the emotional tone.
The alliteration used "little dog barks" and "patter of human feet" creates a musical quality. NICELY DONE.
Thanks for sharing.
-Amy

[Marie]

Gratitude dear Amy, for kindly reading and for your wonderful review. Thank you so very much, Amy...

[Amy R]

You're welcome dear

[Marie]

Thank you so very much, Amy...

[light and ashes]

This is really cool.
The last line gives it a warm touch,
overall, very nicely done.

[Marie]

Dear L & A, thank you for kindly reading and for your very kind words. Bless you, dear poetess...

[light and ashes]

you're very welcome, dear heart.

[Marie]

Thank you, dear poetess...

[MoonSong]

Tender bedtime story. I loved it!

[Marie]

Dear MoonSong, thank you for reading and for your very kind words. Gratitude, dear poetess...

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Marie... I remember you from Ireland and now you are on WC to enjoy again. May your days be blessed and softly spent with chirps from feathered friends... gently, Pat

[Marie]

Dearest Pat... I too, remember you on Starlight Café! We were such good friends and had many, many good friends on that lovely site, sadly now no more. I so often think of all those lovely people, especially your so kind self, dearest Pat and I keep you in my prayers. Thank you for your very kind wishes, Pat. I too, wish the very same for you, with love. Thank you for kindly visiting. Take very good care of you, keep safe and well. Love and hugs, Pat...

[Jeyanthi]

Rain and darkness can bring many tales alive with many things absence around, we could notice of other things clearly... the last line seems like the world cleansing the things what we do all day long... a wonderful write gives us a feeling the chillness in cozy findings.. :)

[Marie]

Thank you so very much for reading and for your lovely comment, dear Jeyanthi. Gratitude, dear friend...

[Aarti Sriram]

You painted a poetic november day. The cold is chilly but your poem brings warmth in the winter coziness.
With the muteness in air and tunes of the rain you describes the weather so beautifully. Enjoyed your poem Marie, it sure sets our imagination to pass the cold dark periods with rich drama of your words.

[Marie]

Thank you so very much for reading and for your very kind and poetically penned comment, dear Aarti. Storm Bert passed through the weekend and left a huge trail of destruction behind him. Our home is set on higher ground so we escaped, but over 100 households were evacuated when our lovely river burst its banks. Most unusual weather for us, but Storm Bert was an exception! Thank you again, dear Aarti. I am most appreciative, dear friend...

[Aarti Sriram]

Oh marie, just got to know about the stormy weather as my husband is travelling this week to the UK. Hopefully this wont go on for too much longer, please stay safe my dear. Sympathies with folks in the middle of storms and landslides there..

[Marie]

Thank you so very much, dear Aarti, bless you, dear friend. Thank you for your so kind and precious words. Bless you always and very safe travel to your dear husband also. He will be in my prayers, dear friend...

[red93]

Love this Marie - the streets at night are indeed fascinating places - but thank the Good Lord for a warm bed and a roof overhead. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Marie]

Thank you for kindly reading and for your very kind comment. Yes, nighttime is enchanting and magical, dear red93. We have much to be grateful for...

[Desert Knave]

I have always enjoyed how much different even the sounds are when winter finally gets her claws in. Enjoyably rhymed writing here. ~Jim

[Marie]

Thank you for kindly reading and for your most kind review, Jim...

[John the Baptist]

Winter seems to have come early in this offering. The couplets describe scenes more Like January than November. The streets are deserted, the wind howls, the people are in their warm beds. These things may be symbolic of something, but I rather think they're just describing an unseasonable night in Ireland.

[Marie]

Our Winter begins on November 1st and ends on January 31st, dear John. I follow the Celtic Calendar, dear friend. Last Saturday, thanks to Storm Bert one hundred families had to be evacuated from our lovely town because due to the very heavy rainfall our lovely River Feale burst its banks. Town was impassible! A bg cleanup job began this morning. With Irish weather you never know what kind you will experience in a day and on a bad day you could enjoy all four seasons! Thank you for reading and commenting, dear J. B. I am most grateful and appreciative, dear friend...