October, November, Babies

Soft music played about us, as at first she spoke to me
We sat and talked for hours, I didn't want to leave.
As evening turned to morning, I watched her walk away,
But we promised we would meet again,
on a cool October day.

- Aidyn Alexander Prentice

Happy belated October birthdays to...
chua kim hong . ho kenneth . khairul bariah bt hamid . lim chin yang henry . lin weitian freddie . ng min yao derry . nur asyiqin bte abdul hamid . pang wen jie . tan amandy . tan ching wei . wong guang hui . yvonne li shiyun


November is the month of introspection,
of solitary walks to mysterious places.
It is a month of abandoned barns
and empty railway crossings.
Pale fields under pale skies.
November's transparent light
illuminates the dreaming landscape,
the blue autumnal mist.

In November the encounter
of winter and summer is
languorous and contemplative. They
cohabit gracefully, naturally,
as if they'd always
been together.

On unseasonably warm afternoons
the faded November sunlight
ignites a ghostly summer
in the branches of the willows.
A greenness where summer
still reigns.

November is the month of vistas.
The gaze is free-ranging,
unimpeded by dissembling foliage.
It is the month of ocular reverie.

Moss thrives in November.
Its greenness deepens
in a vernal expansion as it claims
what territory has been relinquished
by its perennial competitors.

November's wan light
is perfused with
the pensive satiety
that follows all celebration.
Green apples adorn
leafless branches like
forgotten ornaments
while a single November rose
blooms under winter's
neurological trees.

- Christopher Dewdney

Happy November birthdays to...
chan wai keat . chen jiahui cherlyn . chen jun . chen xiangwei . chester teck chun wei . chew benghui . fong shi tao . ham kai yi Jerome . lim lian mei' lina . lindsey li ping chia . ong wei xin . sim kok liang . soh juen leng . tan jianing . wen seqi . ye qiumin . yuana binte johan iskandar