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November
by Leonard M HawkesAutumn's Gold is ocher now, or less;
The summer's charge for Green now laid to rest,
And Cold, a staunch companion every Night,
And Warmth, the hope of Day, a gift of Light.
Settling-in I wait now for the Snow,
Short icy days--and Christmas' Glow. 11/16/2007 Author's Note: In the garden.
Posted on 11/16/2007
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/19/07 at 05:13 PM You have such a gift for concise images and creating an emotional response from them. I am reassured that some can actually "settle in" and enjoy this change of season and what it brings. |
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