Friday, November 2, 2007

River Birch

November 2,
& all is in suspension.
We don't hit
the glorious peak
until Thanksgiving,
but here's a glimpse
of what awaits
outside the kitchen window,
inchoate,

(always wanted to use that word)

that golden light
that finds a brief window of opportunity
after a few frosts & then the sun
decides to light it up one morning, or one afternoon
depending upon all the factors combining
& then what you see
is what you get
to remember.

3 comments:

Charley said...

Nice poem and beautiful photo. Love that moment when the light itself is turned gold as it filters through the leaves.

nightowl said...

Good morning, what a lovely site you have here. Don't you love Blogger? It's so easy and user friendly. Great pictures , I love the one on your profile, and very good music too.
Have a wonderful day, hugs.

reading_is_dangerous said...

all is in suspension.

We wait.

inchoate? Ha! ha!

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what you see is what you get to remember.

what we write too.

we'll remember a lot.

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