in the quiet
I kind of like the idea of setting Sunday aside for a bit of contemplation here – at least during NaBloPoMo. So for this Sunday, here’s a gorgeous poem by Robert Frost that crystalizes what’s most special to me about the month of November.
I love that, thanks for sharing!
Cindy
11.15.09 at 11:20 am
Autumn here in Georgia is really quite pretty, lots of sunshine,and colored leaves, actually it is raining leaves, cannot keep up them.
Roberta
Roberta
11.16.09 at 12:30 am
My favorite thing about November is getting in the car and heading south. We are finally on the road.
I enjoyed your article on friendships. Being a military child and wife friendships came and went all the time. At first, I used to try and hang on to them all but as time went on I realized that is was impossible. But, I truly believe that even people who come into our lives for a short time leave a footprint on our lives.
Kathy A
11.16.09 at 3:08 am
I discovered something: I think I may have the opposite of your affliction in that I get all edgy and cranky in spring and summer and I thrive in autumn and winter. I heart November
Annemarie
11.16.09 at 9:22 am
The November in my land is wet and wet. Lots of rain, sometimes it rained the whole day and nite and this Nov, major floods in 2 states on the East. The trees stayed green, as always.
Lillie
11.16.09 at 1:25 pm
Thanks for the nice poem. Just catching up!! xx
Hazel
11.16.09 at 1:48 pm
I, too love November and for one of those reasons mentioned in the poems … I think a tree is most beautiful when the essential structure is fully revealed. I am always moved by the sight of a tree, striped of leaves, silohuetted against a pale sky.
riona
11.16.09 at 2:14 pm