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Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Symphony That Was...

 

Leaf-lamps clung to woodland wicks for dear life this year!
We didn't get a killer frost to hasten their departure!
But now suddenly earth feels like a hall emptied of crowds
after the show...
Dusk casts brief shadows on a strobe of golden stillness
before drawing the shades as darkness swaddles supper-hour






Victoria and I were drawn outdoors
 as November Dusk outdid itself
in symphonic splendor

Now that the limb is stripped of leaf
The woods and countryside
Seem stilled beneath a silver sheath
Of silence amplified

Now that leaf-lilt has been subdued
The landscape dons an air
Of reverence and solitude
Akin to solemn prayer

Now that the lamp of leaf is snuffed
Of luminescent glow
The halls of hills and field seem buffed
To showcase stars of snow 

Now that the leaves have fallen down
The hush after applause
Swaddles the countryside and town
With Symphony That Was

© Janet Martin






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