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Ice on the lake holds
autumn-leafed breezes captive
in its chill embrace
Resting geese, alarmed
at my coming, rise in a
thunder of protest
They cry the lost year
and vanish from sight, taking
November with them
November with them
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How lovely. I like the first picture of the geese exploding from the lake. Your houses are pretty.
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ReplyDeleteThe leaves in the ice....wow!!
Your words and pictures are just beautiful!!! Have you ever thought of a calendar with your pictures and poetry??
Sue, this is just fabulous - the pictures and the words wonderfully poetic.
ReplyDeleteThose are all wonderful, but I'm especially drawn to the trapped leaves. I'd never thought of describing them that way! I've scattered a few geese in my life, too. Not intentionally!
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ReplyDeleteDeb - I didn't scatter them intentionally either - they were at least 100 yards away, and I was walking parallel to them, not towards them. I suppose they were just being cautious. But it made for a great picture, and the sound of their wings was tremendous.
How beautiful - the ice over the leaves.
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