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november child

the curse of a sentimental heart & a skeptical mind

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nature

Clouds

I am a master at clouds,
such a nice fabric to work with.
Of course, this art is little
appreciated, an empty
blue sky widely favoured.
I am afraid, humans lack
the refinement to process
true beauty.

Just look up, look at the sky, I think I
have outdone myself once again.
Only No. 9 is a bit out of alignment.
Always the rebel, a problem child,
too often adrift, stubbornly
bending this way and that, forever
out of shape, trying to take over
the sky,  and constantly demanding
the extra effort which can be
quite exasperating.

 

© november child
photo credit: James Stutzman via Flickr

Adrift

Sunrise

I still glow in shades of rose and gold
in the aftermath of a gorgeous sunrise
that slowly but surely crept under my skin
while I watched Sol seize control of the day.

And while today I proudly wear my new
daytime skin, tonight as Sol descends
I will shed it in favour of cobalt and flashes of silver
and pay tribute to Mani on her lonely ride.

© november child
photo credit: Aristocrats-hats via Flickr

Descend

Waiting

 

From a golden carpet
of fallen leaves
dark, gnarly silhouettes
reach for a sombre sky.
Devoid of their
majestic summer aspects
their beauty is of the darker kind.

The world seems smaller
as grey clouds gather
like wads of smoke
to form a low dense cover.
Heralds of winter’s approach
they carry the crisp, clean scent of snow.

And in concert with nature
we move at a slower pace,
holding our breath while we wait;
keeping in mind
spring’s promise of
transformation and rebirth.

© november child
photo credit: Wikimedia Commons
Smoke
Transformation

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