On the cusp of her dark autumn
November gathers and descends
once bright in October’s glow
her fallen raiment of gold
now flies upon the wind.
Stiff limbs scrape the starless sky
mute shadows fill her spaces
so no one sees the cracks
wrought by her many seasons
of frost and limp regret.
©J.K. Perry
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*Photo taken November 14, 2019 in Grand Falls-Windsor
Nighttime and Here I Stand:
2 titles in #2019picoftheweek challenge. For details see MariaAntonia
Jennifer's Journal 
Wonderful Jennifer! I love the eerie evocativeness of the photo and the mixture of strange and mysterious imagery in the poem.
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Thank you, Andrea. So happy you love it! Happy December to you. 🙂
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I can see how your tree (and photo) inspired these lovely words. The longer I live in New England (from CA) the more I appreciate the beauty of the stark, naked trees after they release their red and golden leaves. A different kind of beauty. But as your photo shows, and your poem relates, what emotion this starkness brings forth!
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There is a lot to be said for the changing seasons, when it comes to beauty it all its varieties. We were staying overnight next to that park, and when I saw the tree on our way out to dinner, I whipped my phone out lickety-split. The poem came to me yesterday. Thanks, Pam! xx
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Spare and lovely, Jennifer. And it reminds me how spoiled I am, living here in Napa Valley where October’s glow extends all the way through November (when we’re not on fire, that is).
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Thanks, Jan, I’m glad you like it. 🙂
Yes, if it wasn’t for that dreadful fire business, I would agree you are spoiled. Have a lovely Sunday! xx
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So full of imagery and feeling. Love those words and the photo
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Thank you so much, and thank you for dropping by!
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Oh boy, Jennifer – that’s really good. I really like the line “mute shadows fill her spaces.”
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Thanks so much, Barbara! Those naked branches caught my eye and my iPhone camera that night, and captured a little bit of my imagination too. 😊
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Ahh … Jennifer, this is beautiful and evocative. November descending in October’s glow …,
Stiff limbs scrape starless sky ….
Wonderful!
Miriam
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I’m grateful you enjoyed it, Miriam. From you, high praise indeed! 💕
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Awesome poem
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Thanks so much, Joanne!
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Wow! Jennifer, I love your poem! Captures the eerie atmosphere around this tree. I love these lines:
“Stiff limbs scrape the starless sky mute shadows fill her spaces”
Wonderful writing! You’re a natural poet!
Happy Weekend! 😀🌺
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So happy you like it! The tree inspired the poem this morning. You have a great weekend too, Annika. 💕
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Nice! Love how mysterious the tree looks in the photo!
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Thanks! It seemed to fit your prompts so well. 😊
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Lovely poem, Jennifer.
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Thank you, Jill. xx
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I LOVE this poem. Have you ever thought of reciting it for us?
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No, not really, Rebecca. I’m a hopeless introvert. 😶 😬 But thanks for liking it! ❤️
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Correction: thanks for loving it!
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My best friends are introverts – and you have become a wonderful “blogger friend!”
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Aw, so sweet. I’m happy to be counted among them. 🥰
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This is perfect for the holiday next week, Jennifer. Thank you.
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You are very welcome, my dear!
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