In the woods near by
The air is cold and dry
The last “hanger-ons”
Fall to the ground
Crackle beneath my feet
White Crested Sparrows
Strut along adobe walls
Small birds flock to the feeder
As never before
Look like shoppers on Black Friday
In the large rock is a hollow
Which fills with water
A place the kitten drinks
What is new in this world
Perhaps it is the Towie
Leaping into the juniper
Popping up like a jack-in-the-box
Although he may have been here
It is the first season
I have heard his song
The brook in the woods
Sleeping in its rocky bed
Gurgles like a phantom
Red willow grows alongside
Source of its name
Note: phantom, brook, rocky, hollow, leaping, dry, although, new, walls, never birds, woods
Note 2: He said, “There was a lion and a coyote living in a cage together. They are friends.”
She said, “One day maybe there was only the lion.”
He said, “In the animal world “friendship” has it’s limits.”
She said, “Maybe that is also true among humans?”
14 thoughts on “Sunday Novermber 11, 1012 Sunday Whirl #82”
Such beauty as I walked with you through these lines, along your beloved landscape. Such peace.
Shoppers on Black Friday..what a powerful line..and the dialogue at the end..almost like coming to the check out..the key point in the exchange..the sound of the leaves..the crisp air..the joy and yet a bubbling awareness of something other..perhaps..(also love the photo)..happy Sunday..Jae x
Thanks you so much, Jae.
I went back and made a couple of changes. Do you ever do that? xoxoxo
Sometimes I would like to..usually after pressing publish..but then it gets saved automatically whilst I dither around x
I felt the peace of this. Felt as if I’d seen it all with my own eyes. What a lovely, serene scene you painted here. Beautiful.
The sadness comes with your note 2 at the end. A limit to friendship’s and savage end but, sometimes so true to life.
Lovely worling Annell.
Really didn’t mean to make you sad. Just something on my mind, a little verbal exchange, about friendship. They come and they go…
I like all the sound and movement through the poem. Puts me in the scene.
The kittens made me smile. This is a beautiful tribute to place, Annell. Exquisite. Your experience of the landscape paints pictures for me.
Love your word painting of the landscape and the photo is beautiful. The noted conversation is absolutely intriguing, Annell.
I agree with Elizabeth about your verse being a ‘Word Painting’. Salted with reality this is a very serene piece.
While I wrote two for the Whirl this week…I think you’ve been following the story verse:
Lovely, Annell! Ugh… dreading Black Friday, though…
Annell, you have painted the scene beautifully with the words. I don’t miss Black Friday one tiny bit, it must be an utter nightmare now.