The First of November

Posted on November 1, 2014 by Mary Jane

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Cold rain
peppers
the windows;
beef stew
bubbles
on the stove.
Sparks
snap and
leap from
logs on
the hearth.
The dog snores,
and the cat
is rolled into
a tight ball.
A quiet day
that murmurs,
“November.”

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About Mary Jane

I am a retired English teacher. My husband, Frank, and I have lived on Cape Cod since 2000. I am a lifelong bread baker and writer and have been posting a blog on Falmouth Patch for the last few years. Savory Seasons has been largely devoted to recipes and food in general. I am hoping to expand my focus in this new blog.
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1 Response to The First of November

  1. JoAnn says:
    November 1, 2014 at 3:17 pm

    Idyllic fall scene….contentment!

    Reply

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