Please see the previous short post for the basic background to this.
“November Flies”
Just four brief sunny autumn days
Were all it took to bring
November flies when life decays
As if it still were spring.
In summer garb, the grey month tries
To shine away the gloom
And out of time November flies
Buzz gaily round the room.
Bare trees, and southward-pointing beaks,
The sun does not deceive;
November flies from August weeks
Are too quick to believe.
At night, the cold earth moans and cries;
The harsh truth is revealed
To all the trapped November flies;
But now their fate is sealed.
Betrayed for having too much trust
In things which seem to be;
November flies, and dust to dust
They go, as do we.
All tricked by cruel Nature’s law,
We live by groans and sighs;
We don’t belong here any more
Than do November flies.
Sweet warmth deceives, and coldness numbs;
All things are in the mind;
November flies, and springtime comes,
And leaves us all behind.
Our consolation: all life dies;
But aging makes life dearer;
And all too soon November flies,
And death’s a little nearer.
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