| November 2003 Another November Day By Bruce McMillan © 2003 Back to the News |
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| I fall asleep for the night, Lulled by the patter of raindrops on my window. |
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| I awake to the scampering of footsteps on my roof That come to an abrupt stop. |
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| I find a friend on my sill framed by a cloudy gray day. The woods are wet with a coating rain. |
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| My friend and I exchange glances while I snap some digital shots. The flash doesn't alarm my neighbor. I wonder. Does this gray squirrel see me? Or a reflection mirrored in the glass? No matter. Scampering away, we both start our day. |
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| By afternoon the storm passes to the east. Sunbeams stream from the west . . . |
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| Beneath the layer of remaining dark clouds, And fall on barren winter-ready woods. |
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| The late afternoon light puts me at one with the woods. | |
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| I'm surrounded within a tangle of flowerless flowering quince. The woods and I feel the cool winds coming from the west. |
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| The brisk breeze hastens the coming clear sky, While my furry friend and I busy ourselves, Each at our immediate tasks Both tasks with their own impending deadline. |
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| Another November Day By Bruce McMillan © 2003 I fall asleep for the night, Lulled by the patter of raindrops on my window. I awake to the scampering of footsteps on my roof That come to an abrupt stop. I find a friend on my sill framed by a cloudy gray day. The woods are wet with a coating rain. My friend and I exchange glances while I snap some digital shots. The flash doesn't alarm my neighbor. I wonder. Does this gray squirrel see me? Or a reflection mirrored in the glass? No matter. Scampering away, we both start our day. By afternoon the storm passes to the east. Sunbeams stream from the west . . . Beneath the layer of remaining dark clouds, And fall on barren winter-ready woods. The late afternoon light puts me at one with the woods. I'm surrounded within a tangle of flowerless flowering quince. The woods and I feel the cool winds coming from the west. The brisk breeze hastens the coming clear sky, While my furry friend and I busy ourselves, Each at our immediate tasks Both tasks with their own impending deadline. |
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| What kind of camera did I use to take these photos? A simple easy-to-use point and shoot digital camera.  Canon S400 |
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