It's like listening to an orchestra...
'When the heavens hoist a masterpiece above earth’s muted bars'
When the dust of summer settles and the nettle sheds its sheen
When the countryside is like a patchwork quilt of tan and green
When once more we dumbly marvel at the haste of what has been
It’s November
When the wind sweeps through the hollow tucking into nook and crook
Whispers winnowed from the bower to the fence-line and the brook
When the heart is torn twixt wonder and the want for worlds forsook
It’s November
When the fruit of fervent labor gleams from rainbow-colored jars
When the heavens hoist a masterpiece above earth’s muted bars
When we feel like a trespasser on artwork of leaves and stars
It's November
When we gape anew at scenes that seasons utterly transform
When the miracle of wonderment rouses a worship-storm
When our thoughts are overtaken by phrases ink cannot charm
It’s November
When the warmth of woodstove fires hearkens back to good old days
When it sparks a sentimental sort of sonnet in its blaze
When we sense a wafting threshold to Winter, before its ways
It’s November
© Janet Martin
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over and over this beautiful reminder...
Lam.3:22-23
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
23They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
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