November Song

 (There is nothing that replaces the beauty first-hand, but if you click on the image and right-click view image
you will be able to enjoy a larger frame of His marvelous beauty in creation) I took these while I was out on my run this morning...well the way back turned into a walk and WOW-click and run...:)

The golden rod is white now

Queen Ann accepts her crown

And every humble stalk and blade

Is clad in dazzling gown

The blue-jay shrieks his valor

In woodlands stripped and still

Where nature spins wild splendor

Beneath its frost-tipped quill

And nature’s great Creator

Stuns the spectator’s gaze

As every meek and lowly leaf

Is kissed with heaven’s glaze

Our dolor preconception

Of drab November’s girth

Is stunned in awe; perfection

Gleams from the quiet earth

© Janet Martin

The frost-tipped beauty rendered one speechless this morning...

 

 The day dawned, gleaming in silver-rose blush...

November; spectacular beneath heaven's brush