Life, Poems

november morning

it

is misty

cold and dark

when I step out

bracing for the chill

we walk past quiet houses

trudging through piles of leaves

along the sidewalks of the town

past the old cemetery with its trees

leafless and black after the rain and

 from the look-out point I see

the lake with its silver waves

washing over grey pebbles

suddenly I notice

it is light and

the start of

day

 

November 2017 – a walk to the lake with my friend Kim

 

 

 

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