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,
heard on all windy days,
is consistently fresh as if the wind begins
Earth.
Dear Maywyn wonderful words to describe November's dry cornfields. Hope you have a delightful week...Hugs!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful week to you Debbie!
Deletebeautiful poetry.
ReplyDeleteThank you Debra
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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.
ReplyDeleteBe well. Be happy.
xx, Carol
Thank you Carol
DeleteThere's more out there to listen to in the woods.
Just right for late fall!
ReplyDeleteLate fall is a special time for Nature. The bare trees are poetry.
DeleteThat is such a crisp vanilla color. Love it!!! I also like the poetry, but the photo caught my eye first.
ReplyDeleteHi Tabor,
DeleteVanilla is a beautiful color. Thank you
Thank you everyone!
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Have a great week
I do love the sound of dry leaves rustling - corn, or reeds.
ReplyDeleteHi Jenny,
DeleteNature sounds are the most soothing after the voices of love ones.