the larch pines are late
to lose their needles
among the bare november trees
and the evergreens
they stand gathered
and gold
sometimes
the sun breaks
through the heavy grey
of the sky
and light catches
in brief patches
across the mountainside
in time
color will release
and carpet
down the ground
in coats
of yellow brown
these are the gestures
of this world
the notes
the moon makes
the motes
above the new snow
the primeval flames
of stars
do not misunderstand
or take for granted
what is hidden
and miraculous
in this life
trust your instincts
listen to your imagination
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 5:12 AM UTC
the larch pines are late
to lose their needles
among the bare november trees
and the evergreens
they stand gathered
and gold
sometimes
the sun breaks
through the heavy grey
of the sky
and light catches
in brief patches
across the mountainside
in time
color will release
and carpet
down the ground
in coats
of yellow brown
these are the gestures
of this world
the notes
the moon makes
the motes
above the new snow
the primeval flames
of stars
do not misunderstand
or take for granted
what is hidden
and miraculous
in this life
trust your instincts
listen to your imagination
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