Poetry/Short Stories

November night

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From a distance

I see smoke off chimneys

In fact, I can smell it in the air

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Well lit houses

With families gathered at supper tables

Subtle music lingering in the air

Effortless hellos I encounter

Joyful; my heart feels.

~Susan McMillan

19 thoughts on “November night

  1. When I was a kid, Oregon had a much lower population and we always burned leaves and yard trimmings every fall. I loved the smell and it always let me know it was fall.

      1. I like the paper doll part. Growing up, we used to make dolls from corn hasks as well as banana fiber. I remember treasuring my little creations with all my heart. My care as a little girl would bring them to “life”.

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