The crisp air drifted in
with November's sweet arrival.
The drizzle has ended
leaving a crystal-clear view.
I stood on the deck watching
the November sky
recede into the distance
...into the vault of Heaven
…into the azure night.
Each breath heals like a
balm for my restless spirit.
November's horizon beckons
... come, let us rest awhile.
I will always remember,
when it comes ‘round to November
Sunset from our deck 
feels like a breathe of peace...smiles....i hope you are well...
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, the poem and the photograph. You've captured emotions I've been having and put them into words! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteMy dear Helena, Your words are beautiful. Never doubt yourself. May the crisp November winds refresh your soul.
ReplyDeleteStunning picture and poem...ever grateful for your sharing your talent and inspiration!
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