Saturday, November 8, 2014

SYCAMORES: NOVEMBER NIGHT...


A stoic honor guard of ghostly sycamores
stands gleaming in the dark November night
in silent, curving rows along the water course.


Their bleached arms rising upward to the sky,
they remain unmoved by bitter winds or
cold that rises from the waters at their feet.

They stand impassive as the guards at Buckingham,
listening but not judging as the moving water
sings its plaintive, painful song of pending winter.

---Rose Moore, from "Valley Songs"
    Nov. 1992

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

WHAT TO DO ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY

FROM ROSE:
Beautiful day, mostly. I used it for cleaning up what I pray are the last of the fallen leaves, and for doing what I also pray will be the last mowing of the year. The Lord must be shaking His head over my perpetual praying for things that would save me work!

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

THE CHORES OF NOVEMBER...

SAYETH MY BIG DOG MICK: "On a beautiful day like today, I don't understand my mama's priorities. When did the leaves become more important than playing?"