Happy 2018 – Day 305 – Happy November!

As we reach the latter acts of 2018 and see our mornings and nights swallowed by icy darkness, it’s all too easy to fall into a pattern of complaining and misery.

Instead, read this lovely poem, and embrace November as a time of bare, natural beauty.

by Irene Latham

Even the sky

is naked

now, brisk air

having finally

chased off

the clouds.

Trees sway

in the backyard,

wind pushes

my collar up

as yellow-brown


tear across

the lawn

in a dance

that can only

be done

when all else

has been stripped

away —

like just before

our lips touch,

or just after.

1 Comment

  1. A magnificent manifestation of heart-warming imagery, thank you for sharing such a wonderful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them ☺️


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