STEPPING INTO THE TIME WARP

The hands of the clock seem to move faster after Daylight Savings Time ends.  One minute, you’re raking leaves.  The next, you’re eating turkey and stuffing and cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie, watching the game, and deciding what time to set your alarm on Black Friday.  Then you’re flipping the calendar to its final page, wondering where the time went, when autumn’s colorful mane began to turn gray around the temples:

Between pewter skies
and terra cotta landscape,
November evaporates

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15 thoughts on “STEPPING INTO THE TIME WARP

  1. Peter Klopp December 3, 2017 / 8:22 am

    Your beautiful poem expresses our feelings towards the greyness of November. We yearn for the light and colour, which hopefully December will bring during the festive Christmas Season.

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    • Just Joan December 3, 2017 / 11:58 am

      Thanks, Peter. I do love light and color, but the stonewashed palette of November has a daydreamy beauty all its own–the muted tones of memory and nostalgia. Better get out the ladder and get those bulbs up, if you haven’t already. Happy December! 🙂

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  2. Joyce Robinson December 3, 2017 / 8:49 am

    I like the sentiment

    For the first time I am longing for the return of the light.

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    • Just Joan December 3, 2017 / 11:51 am

      Right on, Joyce. 2017 has been a long and worrisome year, and the light at the end of the tunnel seems a long way off. Peace and prayers, my friend. 🙂

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  3. Tippy Gnu December 3, 2017 / 10:22 am

    Nice little haikuish verse, to put me in the spirit of the season. As for raking leaves, we do most of that in December, out here. It takes until after Christmas before all the leaves have fallen. I’ve found myself getting into high gear at this enormous task, lately.

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    • Just Joan December 3, 2017 / 11:48 am

      Thanks, Tippy. It’s the loose, short-long-short type of Haiku rather than the traditional 5-7-5. Your leaves don’t fall until December? Wow. All but the most tenacious ones have let go around here, allowing hubby hours of fun with his leaf blower. I find raking leaves very meditative, but I have plenty of other Zen household chores to keep me busy. 🙂

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      • Tippy Gnu December 3, 2017 / 12:29 pm

        Anything can be meditative. I prefer a nap, personally.

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  4. L. T. Garvin, Author December 3, 2017 / 2:59 pm

    A beautiful poem, “pewter skies and November evaporates.” I love that and it describes it perfectly. It all does go so fast, and how well I know the feeling of flipping that calendar over to the last page and wondering how a whole other year has just gone by. I have to say though, I hate raking leaves!

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    • Just Joan December 4, 2017 / 6:48 pm

      Thanks, Lana. November slips away a degree at a time, like blue jeans fading a bit more with each washing. I flip the calendar page in disbelief, as if the time isn’t gone, but simply hiding under the couch or in a closet. Then reality hits, the leaves go unraked, and Christmas To-Do List panic sets in. 🙂

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      • L. T. Garvin, Author December 4, 2017 / 9:11 pm

        I like the idea of time hiding under the couch, but time would asphyxiate under my couch with all that dust because it is not April yet, LOL 😀

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  5. Quirky Girl December 13, 2017 / 10:50 am

    Very beautifully written. November has now long evaporated into the cold air and general chaos that signifies another year coming to a close, with the bright promise of a brand new year ahead. 😊

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    • Just Joan December 13, 2017 / 12:11 pm

      Thanks, Quirky. I think there’s a whole other poem in what you wrote here. December summarized in just five words: “cold air and general chaos.” Love it. LOL 🙂 Merry Christmas to you and yours, including the would-be hotdog thief. 🙂

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