Walking Wounded

Saturday, November 10, 2007

The Joy of November

All the caskets are gone from the neighborhood lawn
The pumpkins a flush in the dumpsters
witches no longer surround me
Ghost and goblins gone
November is here
In the Morning

A sunrise is is gleaming
the month of gratitude.
Mums and pansy
Fruits of the field.
feather full turkey's a child's delight
It is morning.

Morning,
mourning the loss of all that I knew
Mourning the loss of the many
The few
It is finished for me
November is here

Another year to enjoy
The dawn is bright
losses will be out of sight
out of sight is the mourning
silent the tears
gone with the years

For my joy has come in the morning.

3 comments:

Denise said...

This is lovely my dear.

Hopeful Spirit said...

I hope you will participate in our first-ever group writing project.

http://www.hopefulspirit.com/2007/11/13/group-writing-project/

Niki said...

Hi there. Just ran across your very inspirational blog (thru Bren I believe). I am in AZ too. I was trying to email you, but don't have an email to get in touch w/ you. Please contact me. :) Niki

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