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.
2 comments:
Beautiful stuff! Pictures and poetry. I can't help but smile. Love "scritchy."
Thanks, Georgette. Glad you also liked that fun word
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