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