silently sneaks up on us,
catching our senses by surprise.
as the english poet thomas hood sullenly
observed two centuries ago, there's
"no shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, no fruits,
no flowers, no leaves, no birds."
outside, silvery gray shafts reveal a
familiar landscape stripped of pretense.
behind closed doors,
glowing amber fires shed light upon the real.
like a women who has found
november's beauty radiates from within.
a daybook of comfort and joy
sarah ban breathnach
i have used that before.
it comes round yet again.
today, tho sunny, breezy,
overall a pleasant november day.
i need to take down my summer yard.
much like my pictures today.
gone will be the color.
coming is the time of quiet.
which i don't necessarily think
is a bad thing.
quiet the rushing.
quiet the have to's.
quiet our hearts.
before the holidays flood in.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.