What can I say? Thanksgiving just passed. For my life, all its ups and downs I am thankful.

Snow has finally fallen on this homestead. The cold Is here to stay for a while.

I await tomorrows gifts.

First Snow

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This year

Grown old in time

Marked by man

What once in

Recent past crowned

In green, now

A white bonnet finishes

Winter's dress upon

The land.

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In quiet solitude

I walk between sleeping

Giants

Soiled footprints I leave

On Winters blanket

Of purity

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Strands of webbing

Cast this summer past

Snare my

Thoughts and dreams

Of natures

Beauty

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ccd Nov. 2010

SIGH, It has been one of ...yes I will say it....those days. No sleep last night. I was kinda worried. It seems this blue moon weekend affected the well pump. Ayup it went PBHTTTTTTT.Saturday night. So up at 4 waiting for Home Depot to open. then a bit of grocery shopping. Only to find out the tool I needed to borrow could not be found. So more running and gradually my Blood Pressure was climbing. The pump is in and working I am very tired. I will hit the bed early. I did manage to make a trip to Tamarack. A world of beauty for the tired eyes.

Novembers end is

But a week away

Blessed has been the

Weather beneath

Blue moon

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Cotton brushed turquoise

Beneath Novembers sun

Crimson sunsets and

Royal blue cloaks

Second moon

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Some will ask

How do you see

These things

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I shall answer

Upon mirrored lake

I gaze

Not with eyes

But

With heart and Soul

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ccd November 2010

Ahh November, something tells me were not in summer any more Toto. The weather is surprisingly fair for the end of the 2nd week of November. Cool but not cold. Wet but not soaking.I visited Lake Tamarack The trees stripped bare by rain and wind Sway as one to an unheard primordial chant. It was beautiful. I finally after 2 weeks have no pain from the shingles. A new poem is hanging off the tip of my brain, not quite ready for words. So, here is an unpublished oldie

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Skate the Skies of November

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Smoke of home grown fires

Tease the nose

Memories of winters past

My cloak of warmth

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From trees balding crown to

Cattails cold dry husks

Laughter is carried

In my heart

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No course is set for my

Thoughts

Side slip, duck and turn

Skim the evenings frosting

Dew

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Racing the wind

I

Skate the skies

of November

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ccd rev. 2010

The end of the first week of the eleventh month has passed. Wet and cold, with a touch of snow between Friday and Saturday. The pain from my shingles is less and less every day. I am most grateful for that. The arthritis in my knees and hips before replacement was nothing like this. Today is clear bright and sunny with a bit of a breeze. The cold of winter it foretells. Todays poem is new written this evening.

November Sun

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Clear morning

The moon sleeps

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Across empty field

Chorus of crows

Greet the morning sun

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Summer's finery cast away

Leafless trees

In exultation stand

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November's sun

Late to rise

Early to bed

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Sun's warmth

Is but a dream

Drifting with

Smoke from the hearth

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ccd November 2010