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Saturday, November 10, 2018

A House, In November

Wednesday, there are wind chimes in the Asian pear tree.

Thursday, a woodpecker visits the white walnut.
We watch the woodpecker; hear the chimes.

Saturday, it snows on the red leaves of the Asian pear tree.
Sunday, the woodpecker finds the feeder empty, and the chair.
Tuesday, the walk is thick with red on white--the chimes are silver.



17 comments:

  1. I love how you describe the cold creeping over the garden by degrees.

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  2. I enjoyed this week with you, Shay, and the sights and sounds you share in it, watching the woodpecker and listening to the chimes - and the stealthy snow.

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  3. Love how November moves slowly... it feels so restful i almost long for the snow...

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  4. This is gorgeous Shay. And dare I say it, almost a haiku-like sensitivity to it. This is an amazing cherita.

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  5. Beautiful, loved your story. This made want to be there.

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  6. Ah, yes ... the changing of the guard. November in all her mystery and dare I say beauty.

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  7. Well done!subtle and soft, but still with just a slight edge and bite - November's rains, winds and cold blowing, when you least expect it.

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  8. Oh, this is beautiful — every image clear in its vision and capturing the month and the season through a nature-binding experience. I love the actions of the woodpecker and of course the wind chimes.

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  9. Change, there is no stopping it. I like how you expressed November's transition not only in nature but also in mood.

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  10. Love this, Shay....the changing scenery read like photographs.

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  11. November is a fierce lover. She strips everything to its essence - and I DO adore the silhouette of the trees, especially the old ones. And for a short while, all that color on the ground beneath the trees is gorgeous... And the birds (many of them) leave as well... Gorgeously penned

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  12. I love it...the birds, the chimes, the trees, the colours. Beautiful.

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  13. This was wonderfully written. The transition to Winter...

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