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| The tree outside our front door |
November
by Elisabeth Gmeyner
Golden light is turning grey,
Mists begin to rule the day.
Bare the trees their branches lift,
Clouds of dead leaves earthwood drift.
Through the field the farmer goes,
Seeds of ripened corn he sows,
Trusts the earth will hold it warm,
Shelter it from cold and harm.
For he knows that warmth and light
Love there, hidden from our sight,
And beneath a sheltering wing
Deep below new life will spring.
That tree looks beautiful. I only have a lamp post outside my front door :-(
ReplyDeleteThanks Jules, it is beautiful. Happy Sunday to you x
DeleteThat's a lovely tree to have outside the front door :). Thank you for sharing the poem perfect for this time of year.
ReplyDeleteThanks, it was from the Waldorf Book of Poetry :)
DeleteGorgeous tree colours you just have to love this time along just for the colours :-) Lovely poem to. dee x
ReplyDeleteI have just come across your blog. It's an absolute delight and I feel much happier after reading it and looking at your superb photos. Hope you are feeling ok.
ReplyDeleteHello Foxglove. Thank you so much for your kind comments, I'm so happy you have enjoyed looking at the blog. I don't post as often as I'd like to because of time but I am going to try harder to post more often. Do you have a blog?
ReplyDeleteI sort of have a blog, but at the moment it's private as I need to update it and sort it out. I hope at some point to make it public.
DeleteI sort of have a blog, but at the moment it's private as I need to update it and sort it out. I hope at some point to make it public.
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