Wednesday, November 18, 2020

November Notes


November is here -

Oak leaves rub like scritchy rain

Against each other.



Mornings wet with dew -

Drops of moisture hang on leaves

When air is tepid.



The lake is flowing,

Yet the water has frozen

In our wheelbarrow.






Crystalline vapor,

Like cold caterpillar hairs,

Decorates my chair.







2 comments:

Georgette said...

Beautiful stuff! Pictures and poetry. I can't help but smile. Love "scritchy."

Deb said...

Thanks, Georgette. Glad you also liked that fun word