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Autumn morning fog over Colebrook, New Hampshire

Thanks to The Christian Gift for a great shot.

The maple I see from my window is clearly embarrassed by the pending nudity of limbs and branches. She is blushing. It must seem odd to her, having nurtured the tree since spring, to now abandon her perch and leave the tree free from her calming presence. If only she could know nor’ easters to come are the sum of the great northern forests’ wiggly flaunting their bare selves. Oh to sing the coming stirring air and let our pale yellow blush burn with brightest passionate red!

 

Written by David Wilkerson

10 September 2012 at 11:34 am

Our Rest

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Crisp air, an autum breeze

Coverlet drawn to the chin.

A nap

Cool amongst dead leaves.

Our rest ends the summer days.

Written by David Wilkerson

6 March 2008 at 11:51 pm

Posted in metaphysics, poem

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