Friday, November 28, 2014

November Thanks

     Words and image by Mary Bach

There is a clear, cold light
this November morning,
and last night’s powdering of snow
transforms the ridge.

The trees weave an intricate
design of branches 
studded here and there
with chickadees, jays, cardinals.

Walking through the garden
I am warmed by
your hand
in mine.



Over at dVerse Poets' Pub Brian asked us to write about something we are thankful for.  
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44 comments:

  1. Brian MillerNovember 28, 2014 at 11:51 AM

    gotta love those warm hands to hold us on cold nights...
    we got a little snow...enough to make the mountains look really cool
    like a painted pony...

    happy day after mary....

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  2. brudbergNovember 28, 2014 at 1:14 PM

    That warmth made its way all the way here.. So much nice snow.. Here it's just grey and dark.

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    1. Other MaryNovember 28, 2014 at 1:31 PM

      Awww, sorry it's so grey there. I'd send you some snow too if I could!

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  3. Kathy ReedNovember 28, 2014 at 1:53 PM

    How lovely this sounds...

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  4. ClaudiaNovember 28, 2014 at 2:11 PM

    love the warmth of the hand that holds yours in that cold and crisp november morning... even with the cold - so much to be thankful for...

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  5. Katie Mia FrederickNovember 28, 2014 at 2:48 PM

    Ah.. the warmth of the hands of love that even snow cannot melt...:)

    Hope your Thanksgivings will always be this warm...:)in love....

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  6. Eileen T O'Neill .....November 28, 2014 at 2:57 PM

    Mary,

    A very fine and delicate description of November. The birdlife might be one of your photographs, as the image was easily observed. Glad I found this gem!!

    Eileen

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    1. Other MaryNovember 28, 2014 at 3:03 PM

      Thank you Eileen. I tried getting some bird pics today, but I wasn't happy with them, so I ended up using this one from my archives.

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  7. Glenn ButtkusNovember 28, 2014 at 3:20 PM

    Living in Western WA, near Puget Sound, the snow has not fallen here yet, but hemmed in by two mountain ranges, the snow level is 2000 feet. No snow in Sweden yet? Absurd; considering the 6-10 feet that fell on NY state; hotter, colder, crazier--the weather seems to be responding to global warming, although 50 years ago we used to blame the Russians. Your poem is lovely.

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    1. Other MaryNovember 28, 2014 at 7:49 PM

      Thanks Glenn, for you comment and the weather report, lol.

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  8. GabriellaNovember 28, 2014 at 5:31 PM

    I love the progression of your poem, Mary, particularly the warm note at the end. A welcome ending after the cold scene of November.

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  9. Pat HattNovember 28, 2014 at 6:12 PM

    Warm hands can warm the coldest day

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  10. Ginny BrannanNovember 28, 2014 at 8:05 PM

    The beauty of a cold, snow-frosted November day, communing with your surroundings, the warm contentment of being together. Perfect, in one moment you have captured so much to be thankful for.

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  11. Vandana SharmaNovember 28, 2014 at 10:51 PM

    The beautiful glistening winter is here, and you have given it a grand welcome!!!

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  12. AnonymousNovember 28, 2014 at 11:46 PM

    Live this! Your first 2 stanzas lead the reader in one direction, but then in the 3rd, you abruptly being us "closer to home". Masterfully done!

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  13. MichaelNovember 29, 2014 at 1:47 AM

    Lovely Mary with a beautiful finishing touch.

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  14. kaykualaNovember 29, 2014 at 3:54 AM

    Walking through the garden
    I am warmed by
    your hand
    in mine

    In times of adverse conditions it is most reassuring to have a loved one by the side. Wonderful take Mary!

    Hank

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  15. lynn__November 29, 2014 at 5:37 AM

    This poem is lovely...and warmer than mittens!

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  16. Grandmother MaryNovember 29, 2014 at 7:08 AM

    One of the beauties of winter is the visible design of tree branches and little birds among them. And I like the warmth of hand in hand as you admire your world.

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    1. Other MaryNovember 29, 2014 at 7:41 AM

      Yes, I love the patterns of bare branches. Thanks Mary.

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  17. TruedessaNovember 29, 2014 at 8:44 AM

    Blanketed here in snow as.everything is crisp and cold. Those bare branches now glisten with white snow...with warm hands you can enjoy the beauty.

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  18. AnonymousNovember 29, 2014 at 8:59 AM

    What a lovely mood you set for me this morning--first thing. I saw my first chickadee this week. What a delight. Now I'm just waiting for the snow.

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  19. MaryNovember 29, 2014 at 12:40 PM

    One does have to take times to count one's blessings at this time of year. Walking hand in hand is definitely one of them! (Not to mention the beauty of the natural world!)

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  20. Rosemary Nissen-WadeNovember 30, 2014 at 6:22 AM

    A beautiful, deep, gentle poem.

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  21. humbirdNovember 30, 2014 at 8:25 AM

    November under your pen getting warmer...nice x

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  22. WanderNovember 30, 2014 at 5:54 PM

    I like how you go from warm to cold in this piece Mary...

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  23. Other MaryDecember 2, 2014 at 9:12 AM

    Thanks Chris. xx

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