afternoon poem, november 3, 2015

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The oaks are golden on this November afternoon

Glossy leaves shine, as if they are happy

To bathe in warmth and light

And lift and nod in the easy breeze.

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There has yet been no frost

And here and there a bee hovers and drifts

Over and around the red crab apples in the dwarf trees

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All content for the moment

But all of it aching

For consumation

And everlasting life.

 

Copyright 2015

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