November brown mountain lake

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Freylinghausen November flowers

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Ringwood November colors

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nine windows

Nine windows on two sides looking out at the trees

Beyond the deck with the bird feeders and sundial

Watching the season change the colors and textures

Green goes to yellow, orange, brown and soon bare gray.

I am alone in this house listening to the quiet

Watching the spruce by the deck fluttering with birds.

This morning the furnace circulates hot water sounds

Sprinkled in with cold drizzling drips of November rain.

It is just as quiet here at night when you are reading

The nine windows gone black in the darkness outside

Though the neighbor behind has a driveway spotlight

That outlines the big oak tree in our bedroom windows.

This is the quiet we wished for, the quiet that lets me hear

Grandfather tick tock towards his chimes on the quarter hour,

Lets me contemplate my thoughts without interruption.

The quiet stillness in this house is a sanctuary for me.

There is a meditation in music that I enjoy as well.

I put on sweet solo piano tunes that float along

Touch my heart with memories of loved ones

And thoughts of future times together.