My soul is still
as late October’s
sun glows above
fingered bare branches.
My heart is chilled
as Autumn clings
tightly to daylight.
My mind wanders…
as darken cornfields
twist, trembling their
fibrous dried stalks.
Yet, happiness comes
from chattering oaks
dancing in November.
“Let them praise His name with the dance;
Let them sing praises to Him with the timbrel and harp.”
Psalm 149:3
Patti Wolf 
Done
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Kindness from those oaks… makes me happy
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‘Kindness comes from oaks’
I’d say happiness does too 🙂
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Lovely poem! I love the imagery of the dark cornstalks and “kindness comes
from chattering oaks
dancing in November.”
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I love the kindness that comes from chattering oaks, whatever the month!
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Yes, the dancing oaks is a wonderful lumbering image – lifting the melancholy of the darkened scene you’ve drawn so well.
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Oh those chattering oaks!
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Lovely descriptions. Nicely done.
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Wow, this is incredible writing!
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