Wednesday, November 12, 2014

November Poem (4)

November's Wind
"The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry.  The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on....
A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind."
-   Aldo Leopold

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