Reflection Monday November 2017

The wind moving through the dry cornfields 
making autumn music, happens once a year
in a small window of time.
A soothing chatter sound
in the symphony of Nature.
Year long the wind through the pine trees
heard on all windy days,
is consistently fresh as if the wind begins 
Earth.

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  1. Dear Maywyn wonderful words to describe November's dry cornfields. Hope you have a delightful week...Hugs!

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    1. Thank you Debra
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  3. It IS beautiful poetry. And I love this picture as well. However, Northern Indiana has had so much rain in October and now November we missed these lovely dried stalks.
    Be well. Be happy.
    xx, Carol

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    1. Thank you Carol
      There's more out there to listen to in the woods.

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    1. Late fall is a special time for Nature. The bare trees are poetry.

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  5. That is such a crisp vanilla color. Love it!!! I also like the poetry, but the photo caught my eye first.

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    1. Hi Tabor,
      Vanilla is a beautiful color. Thank you

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  6. Thank you everyone!
    Unfortunately, the reply button isn't working for each post.
    Have a great week

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  7. I do love the sound of dry leaves rustling - corn, or reeds.

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    1. Hi Jenny,
      Nature sounds are the most soothing after the voices of love ones.

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