there is so little
left
after a day
of hooligans
but before the day
the work day
begins,
there is
the magic
of fog
and warm
in november,
the bleak and bleary,
(i have a secret)
this is my birth month
and i love the
uncovering of the bones of the land
Oh, me too... its not my birth month, but I DO love the November skies and rusting land and how the essence of form appears. Yesterday morning's drive was full of low mists in valleys, stunning!
ReplyDeletefog is so soothing, but maybe not for hooligans.
ReplyDeleteaye, there's beauty in the mist and enchantment in the vision
ReplyDeletev, the mists here turned to heavy fog in the st. lawrence river valley, but here, etherial, there, murky
ReplyDeletelf, they notice everything, and it's waxing moon, too
h, yes, and welcome
all the way over this side of the pond I have the same early morning foggy sights (and the only hooligans are our own wee ones...)
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful capturing of this much maligned month.
ReplyDelete(My birth month too.)
fog here too.
ReplyDeleteronnie, the fog lies so peacefully, yes?
ReplyDeletelynn, hurrah-scorpio or sag?
jude, yes. so often we echo each other
Lovely post Velma!
ReplyDeletethank you j,
ReplyDelete(is it jay?)
Scorpio, I'm afraid. You?
ReplyDeletenope, lynn, sagittarius, way at end of the month.
ReplyDeleteOh I do remember the magic of the fog in the north country! And I do remember that we both are November Sagittarius babies! If my memory serves me correctly, a day apart from each other. Happy (early) B-day, Velma!
ReplyDeleteyes, bonnie, and happy day to you (early)
ReplyDeletei love fog.
ReplyDeleteindie, big smiles
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