As usual on the first day of the month, I am posting the new calendar photo.
The
pumpkins sleep, the moon slips low,
A
hush drapes trees in amber glow.
The
air is crisp, the shadows thin—
November’s first breath drifts gently in.
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November 1st 2025
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2 comments:
Beautiful calendar, Ginny. I also like the poem.
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