November
The sky was thrust with sticks; leaves fallen from all the trees but for the oak, yet green. Rain fell, too, twitching the foliage as if birds were hidden there.
Perhaps it was the wind, playful. It was not fully apparent what moved them
or how, one morning, they were green, the next, scarlet. A few more frosts and they would all be gone. Perhaps before the snow.
What was the word for that red? Burnished, crimson, sorrowful. Another season's end, reluctance, regret. The songbirds gone. The hostas limp and yellow. Yet, here, small spears of crocus greening for spring.
- Category: General / Misc
- Tags: season change
8 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
This is lovely, D.M. The language and images you have used are really wonderful (twitching the foliage etc). The sense of loss is partly neutralised by the little rays of hope that the crocus provides. A work of art...and we too are living it in England concurrently. Thanks.
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D.M. over 8 years ago
Thank you, Neville! Some neighbors have started with their Christmas lights.
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D.M. over 8 years ago
Thank you, Francis.
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Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Christmas lights will be here soon. We know Christmas is near when our top department store group, John Lewis, launches their ad campaign. That was last week. 9 million YouTube views in 2 days, which is a lot for us. 11 + million now and loads of parody ads. That's the way to do it!
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Melanie over 8 years ago
This is gorgeous, a fantastic tribute to the hopeful slumber of nature that is Autumn.
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Julie over 8 years ago
Lovely!
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Chris Walker over 8 years ago
You've painted a wonderful scene there.
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D.M. over 8 years ago
'Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you all.
