
November’s damp chill
settles into my bones
despite weak sunshine
National cemetery,
row upon row of flags
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November’s damp chill
settles into my bones
despite weak sunshine
National cemetery,
row upon row of flags
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The first startling snow melts.
The evidence of an odd year
disappears into wet puddles
and sodden soil, cold and drear. Continue reading
summer leaves fall
but petals always bloom,
in memory
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Thankful for art and music,
for time with my family,
words that flow and dance, Continue reading
autumn blooms,
each petal a love note
to seed-stars
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Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
— Don McLean, from Starry, Starry Night
(describing Van Gogh’s painting)
November night,
Incandescent, magic sight,
Transcendent with light.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham