November
Let your heart's eye drift down.
Past the snow covered branch . . .
the clattering leaf.
Past the early sun at the horizon,
and follow the squirrel hopping to
the ground.
Only the sun rises -
On a November morning.
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8 comments:
Beautiful pictures - and words. Thank you for sharing!
Beautiful, Cathy, simply beautiful.
To two of my favorite bloggers: "Thank you :) "
That poem sifted down with the snow.
Just read that the best of poems have tension, or opposing movement of some type. This is just beautiful and captures the feeling of the facts.
Thank you Jonna . . and thank you for that lovely insight.
It is true that much of what impels me to pick up my pen . . issues from emotional/competing responses to an observation.
We keep our snow up in the mountains, but it is lovely on your blog. :-)
Thanks Jan :) As of today . . . it's mostly gone . . . but I'm sure we haven't seen the last of it.
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