Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not
despair. Praise what little there’s left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadow
of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer. Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet. Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple. Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.
(c) in the name of the poet. Used for educational purposes.
- This poem combines two classic poetry therapy structures: A praise poem of gratitude or homage to someone/something, and a list poem, which uses a familiar structure. Try your own praise/list poems using elements from your everyday life!
- The poet focuses on praising elements from the natural world. Look around your yard, park, neighborhood, city. What praiseworthy beauty abounds?
- What part of November do you particularly love? Write a praise poem to the month of November.
- Is there someone you would like to honor with a praise poem? Title your poem “Praise Song for ——,” and be lavish in your adoration!