November Wind: A poem by Mike Cole

He felt a chill as the air grew cold

The leaves blew gently

He closed his eyes

This November was colder than usual.

He chopped wood and carried the bundle back to the fireplace

The wood crackled as it burned.

He thought back to Novembers long before, and was left, wanting.

A time where the warmth of the fire was felt throughout.

Where his jaded smile was once whole.

Yet only the cold remained. Waiting for Winter, silently and alone.

The Beacon

One of my favorite poems and a great reminder of the values this country was founded on. Remember to vote, the general elections are just as important as the primary
The New Colossus:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Fruitful Friday

The Lockless Door by Robert Frost
It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.

I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.

But the knock came again.
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.

Back over the sill
I bade a ‘Come in’
To whatever the knock
At the door may have been.

So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.

Hey, when opportunity knocks. An interesting poem to say the least, not my favorite but decent enough as is. It’s a very simple and fun poem, referring to the window of opportunity to take said opportunity. He let it pass and he became filled with regret (a lot can relate to that, I’m sure, cause that’s just life), but lo and behold, another opportunity arose and he took it. So what to take away? Don’t give up when the going gets rough, but hope for a better tomorrow and persevere, it’s never too late. And also, take any opportunity that arises, you never know what doors it may open. Thanks for reading and if you like what I write, be sure to follow as I update my blog fairly regularly.