Red Noses

Posted on October 31, 2022 by purplepeninportland 
Written for Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #410
November

"If you look at the word, November could be translated as “New Ember” – a new fire. As the home fires burn and we approach the magic of the Holiday season, we’ll put the warmth back into our days with our worded wonder. Think in terms of comfort, an ember, a fire or something new."


November winds make noses red,
come in out of the cold.
Have some hot soup with buttered bread.
November winds make noses red,
find a dog to cuddle instead.
It's nice to have someone to hold.
November winds make noses red,
come in out of the cold.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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