Sunday, October 31, 2021

Sunday of November 2016

A Sunday to Remember

By the window, I look out Eastward. 
The trees are calm in the park. The sky
Is ash white. I notice that the yard
Nature is asleep; the ground is dry.

Smoke spews out from the clean heater; 
The breeze awakens the sleeping leaves
 Of varying colors, of amber
And all that Mother Nature gives.

 


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