November Hours


On hand painted satin skies
Wild geese thread silvery south
Around the bend the river slows
Rushing currents touched with snow
Sweet candlelit hours swoon
Scented iris, patchouli, and lily
Brightening short days with green
Scented as gardens in fullest bloom
And down the lane November treads
A powdered path of pearls underfoot
Shaping the first perfect snowball
While night skies swirl and sing
Of shepherds, angels, and glorious things

© 2013 S. Michaels
Green Light Diary

Image: (winter sky)

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