November last year
She was breathing in salt air
Standing on the shoreline
Watching waves surge valiantly
Only to recede in surrender
Again and again and again
Ever the same, give and take
As it spoke balance and solace
November at present
Cold, dank and bleak
among mountains and hills
Winds surge as rain pelts
on unraked leaves upon her lawn
And she surges and surrenders
Again and again and again
Like the ocean she remembers
As she seeks balance and solace
dVersepoetspub no prompt given. We’re on our own!
mehflowers 
I assume the “she” in the poem has died between these two Novembers. I like the continuity between speaking and seeking “balance and solace”.
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Yes, so much can happen in a year. Would the meaning change if you reversed the stanzas.
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I like this juxtaposition of time and place with the one constant
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A day a week a month a year can bring with it desperate change and how bleak our world becomes.
I hope balance and solace are found.
Anna :o]
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I can feel the weight of life as a necklace of all the past novembers.
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kaykuala
Cold, dank and bleak
among mountains and hills
Winds surge as rain pelts
Such strong contrasts in a space of one year. Something’s not right somewhere!
Hank
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I really liked the balance in your poem. I didn’t pick up on there being a death. I took it more as a state of mind. Loved it.
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Thank you. My focus was a death of sorts, but not a physical one.
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I love that ending – seeking solace and balance ~
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