O, November

The month of the drowned dog. After long rain the land
Was sodden as the bed of an ancient lake,
Treed with iron and birdless. In the sunk lane
The ditch – a seep silent all summer –

Made brown foam with a deep voice: that, and my boots
On the lane’s scrubbed stones, in the gulleyed leaves,
Against the hill’s hanging silence;
Mist silvering the droplets on the bare thorns.

Excerpt from November by Ted Hughes

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  1. The lighting in your photographs are lovely. My favorite are the leaves!
    I have stopped by from Aspire! Happy Thanksgiving :O)

  2. Gorgeous photos! I love the texture, colors, depth, and lighting. The yellow leaves with blue background is my favorite!
    Marian´s last post ..ocean

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