At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about November, which in the north is Autumn while in the south is Spring.
“Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?” Neltje Blanchan
Emerging Velvet cinnamon nights, swirl-tongued around feelings twined with gilt laden stubble in halo vested fields where warmth seeps into my bones, restoring the ravages of winter's scars once again, nested with feathered joy and such vaulted awakening as if chrysalis like, taking first breaths in a new scape novembered almost, but not quite as before, emerging adventitiously as no other. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
