November's grey and patient rains came
quietly and slow, intimate and surprising
as always, filling pores and hollows
absolving me of summer sins
opening my eyes wide
in the kindly light
I have begun to see again
the ten thousand colors
we call green.
K.A.WOOD
2004
2/28/10
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This is one of two most often referenced of my poems.
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