Praise November
“Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones…
Praise what little there’s left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells… the meadow of dried weeds…the quilt of leaves that covers the grass…“
Excerpts from poem “Praise Song” by Barbara Crooker
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Margaret E Haug-Chlebowski
Wonderful photographs Wendy. To me this is the most melancholy yet beautiful time of all the seasons. “Thin Places”, where heaven and earth seem to touch, are everywhere. You’ve captured the aura of late November well.
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Thanks, Margaret! And yes, watching nature’s process of emptying, drying, discarding. and decaying evokes a feeling of melancholy for me too. It’s a uniquely beautiful season to be sure. I so appreciate you reading and commenting!
Much love, Wendy