It's a sun-cloudy day mid-day, mid-autumn, half the leaves have fallen, the other half still dot the branches It's not freezing, but it's not warm I'm not excited about much right now but neither am I bored on this cloud-sunny day
Compliment this poem with Shape Shifters and No Boundaries, both prior posts on Wind Rush.
Photo taken at the nature center in Troy, MI
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LuAnne, your cloud-sunny day suspends me – Midmost – between Thomas Hood’s November and the Sunshine State. 😉
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I had to look up “November” and found it and I liked it. Thanks.
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I half-liked this poem. (Just kidding; I totally liked it!)
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You made me laugh, Ron, mid-way through your comment.
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You captured the mood of mid-winter so cleverly here, LuAnne. The images and your feelings and thoughts are perfectly conveyed.
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Thanks for your kind words, Jet.
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Perfect way to describe this mid-season.
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Thank you, VJ.
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Welcome
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Nice Luanne!!
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Thanks, Penny.
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Beautiful little wood, with you in spirit.
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Thanks, Bill. Since I penned this poem, the trees have dropped almost all their leaves.
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Nice poem on a cloudy day, LuAnne. Though at times it makes our mood very dull though.
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I know what you mean, Kamal. I try to be grateful to be alive under any sky, but this time of year is a little melancholy I think. Thanks for dropping by and commenting.
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Yes it sure is with so much negative moulds everywhere. Welcome always dear 💗💗💗💗
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Nice!🌤🍁
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