This is not the first day of November (as stated in the poem), nor is it remotely approaching cold. I've had my sweaters and scarves out and ready for weeks and was out walking in a t-shirt and shorts this morning.
But today's sunrise was stellar enough to make me happy that I was up to see it.
On this first day of November
it is cold as a cave,
the sky the color
of neutral third parties.
I am cutting carrots
for the chicken soup.
Knife against carrot
again and again
sends a plop of pennies
into the pan.
These cents,
when held to the gray light,
hold no noble president,
only stills
of some kaleidoscope
caught being pensive...
and beautiful,
in the eye of this beholder,
who did not expect
this moment of marvel
while making an early supper
for the hungry children.
"Monday" by Cindy Gregg, from Suddenly Autumn. © Wordplay Press, 2010. Reprinted with permission.
it is cold as a cave,
the sky the color
of neutral third parties.
I am cutting carrots
for the chicken soup.
Knife against carrot
again and again
sends a plop of pennies
into the pan.
These cents,
when held to the gray light,
hold no noble president,
only stills
of some kaleidoscope
caught being pensive...
and beautiful,
in the eye of this beholder,
who did not expect
this moment of marvel
while making an early supper
for the hungry children.
"Monday" by Cindy Gregg, from Suddenly Autumn. © Wordplay Press, 2010. Reprinted with permission.
I choose this poem both for the kick-off to November and for it's penny mention....however, today's street gift was a dime.
I'm running out of adjectives to describe the views and the weather this week, so I shall stop and simply allow you to enjoy to scenery. These photos do not convey the breath-gasping that occurs when one walks around the corner and sees the autumn leaves or the glance out the window that yields the sunrise colours.
I'm running out of adjectives to describe the views and the weather this week, so I shall stop and simply allow you to enjoy to scenery. These photos do not convey the breath-gasping that occurs when one walks around the corner and sees the autumn leaves or the glance out the window that yields the sunrise colours.
Mt. Baker
Happy Friday, happy November.
The light in the first shot is especially fine.
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Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like the curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
Give all you have been, or could be. There's a commission.
I agree - that first shot is a keeper - hope you can have it printed without its losing the quality.
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