November

by Mary Bach

by Mary Bach

As I walk the ridge top
watching for rain
I wonder

what the tulips dream
tucked safe in their beds
for the long night of winter

what the wind sings
that inspires the leaves
to dance across along the fields

These things
I wonder
watching for rain
as I walk the ridge top

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26 thoughts on “November

  1. There’s something very soothing and sweet about your poem, Mary. I love the wandering along the ridge while wondering about the rain and the sleeping tulips and singing wind. A peaceful fall day in my mind.

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