October Sunday on the Cove

trumpeting from the gray skies
wild geese rise from the cove
call to worship
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majestic maples
robed in scarlet leaves
Sunday vestments
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small boats
bob in the morning rain
heads bowed in prayer
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mists hover over the gray water
rising to meet the clouds
morning meditation

10 thoughts on “October Sunday on the Cove”

love those scarlet robes… hope you had your sweater on

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Thank you for being first commenter on my dVerse poem today; these four stanzas (are they in a form?) are graceful as goose flight, wistful as mist, gray as autumn cumulus mid-riff; really lovely imagery; really enjoyed it.

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I love each of these meditative moments……..especially the wild geeses’ call to prayer! I adore what the mist does over water and mountains on hazy mornings….sigh.

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The Course of Our Seasons on October 13, 2014 at 1:45 pm said:

Thanks, my friend – it has been a rainy foggy few days, but the wild geese have been abundant – love to hear them as they fly over the house to reach the water – what joy!

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