Maples in NovemberGray days in November bring about feelings of melancholy for me. The bright colors of spring, summer and fall are hidden, waiting for the planet's tilt to bring the sun once more over the northern hemisphere, when the explosion of color will begin again, taking us into the warmer seasons.
Sketching November
Eyes trace limbs
Across a somber sky
I draw lines staining
An emptiness no hand can fill
It's not the trees I desire
Only the murmur of leaves
jzr
Eyes trace limbs
Across a somber sky
I draw lines staining
An emptiness no hand can fill
It's not the trees I desire
Only the murmur of leaves
jzr
5 comments:
Very moving JZR. If leaves could talk. :)
Nice. Very nice. It's worse when the leaves aren't even around on the ground anymore.
What an elegant poem. Absolutely lovely! much peace, JP
You've definitely expressed the sense of starkness and melancholy the grey days of November bring to me as well. Lovely poem and photo...I'm already longing for sun:)
Wonderful poem and photo.
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