On the first day of November
As swallows twitter high up in the skies
And barr-ed clouds burst forth in rosy hues
The red-breasts tootle notes in treble cries
Reminding me that Fall has music too
Season of mists and slant maturing sun
You douse the apples from a unique angle
And woo the bees—artless like a nun
So at ease they stay awhile to sample
You soft-lift my hair with your flirty wind
drowsed with fumes of every earthy color
And like a sacrament you help my mind
To make more of the season I adore
Eager I wait for the days to flower
Patient I watch the oozing every hour
© selmamartin November 2024
Eager I wait for this glorious month to flower
Patient, I watch the oozing every hour
It’s the first of November and I’m so ready for all the blessings that will
come for us this month.
The soon-to-be mom and dad are calm and composed. And so are the
grandparents-to-be. We won’t let anything get between us and the beauty
uncoiling under our roof. Thanks for the prayers for a safe delivery.
I’ve scheduled a handful of posts and will read yours
and respond as time allows me.
Thanks for being here.
I bless you all.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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that’s lovely, and this is my favorite month of all. I’m so excited to meet this little one when they choose to arrive. maybe, on my birthday, November 18th
This is fabulous, Selma.❤️🙏🏻