1 November

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Dull November brings the blast,
then the leaves are falling fast.

The months
Sarah Coleridge

gathering leaves

in the walkway,

mother crunches over them

with bags from the market,

 children send them flying skyward

when they come home from school,

father sees them lit by the window's welcoming light

as he comes home from work in the early evening darkness,

Tomorrow will be soon enough for raking,

so many Novembers spinning by us

like wind in the branches

I am grateful for a gathering of leaves on the front steps

We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing
...sing praises to his name, he forgets not his own.

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  1. I love the poem, it really evokes the essence of November. And your picture is beautiful.

  2. What a charming front porch you have. Love the golden Autumn leaves in the picture. We have more oranges and reds here.

    Happy November!


  3. This poem beautifully reflects my wistful November mood! :)

  4. I love that kind of painted porch. Wonderful Fall scene!

  5. Wonderful! Thanks for sharing for Home Sweet Home!


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