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a moment of beautiful – November leaves

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the space: the November sky

the beautiful: oak leaves, not yet fallen

The oak is one of the last trees to give up its leaves in autumn.

I love the look of oak leaves against the sky.  Individually, their deeply lobed pattern is striking.  As a group, the leaves make a kind of randomly tatted lace.

These leaves are a frail, ineffective barrier to rain and snow, but to me, they are a statement of defiance against the coming winter.





my palm

and its splayed fingers

against the glass

defy the cold

demand the secret word


the way the oaks construct

tattered shelters against

November chill, cling to

their leaves, whisper




Copyright  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

November 12, 2012 at 7:34 am

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