Tuesday, November 4, 2014

poem of the day November 4


Grey November
masterpiece
The farmer
gazing
at the
silver
barked
hillside
Naked
Trunks
standing
Tall
in the
solitary
fall
light
A momentary
reflection
Soon 
overtaken
by thoughts
of chilly 
nights
hanging
around
farm piles
in need of
shelter
from
the white
cold
of winter’s
wind

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