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NOVEMBER REWARDS by Nannette Hoffman

In the fall, colors astound us with their special vibrancy…

Equally astounding to me are the forms of leaves grown old: each wrinkled shape becomes sublimely unique in contrast to those new leaves which all look alike. Their powerful effect enables them to creep into my poems. Each fall these shapes are beauty underfoot that we tend to ordinarily ignore. Perhaps you will join me, during this season of raking them up, to take a second look.



November Rewards
by Nannette Hoffman

The Oak let go
of a million leaves today
thickening carpet under
tired feet.

Whipped by heavy
downpours and the
North wind, only the
stubborn ones held
tight upon the branch.

Now sun bathes
naked limbs, glaring brightness
on tattered
offspring.

I search the piles
for that special leaf,
one with twists,
with textures, roughly
etched from elements,
veins reaching out
among darkening spots.

These scars are trophies
earned for having
borne and survived
nature’s careless
indiscretions.



Nannette Hoffman: Nannette was a fine artist, teacher and poet, who passed away on December 9, 2010 at the age of 81. She was a native of New York City and had lived in the D.C area for 40 years before moving to Virginia in 2002. Nannette received her B.A from Hofstra University, her M.A in English from Georgetown University, and was a Master Copyist of Fine Art at the National Gallery of Art in D.C. She loved children and had one son, two daughters and four grandchildren. It was Nannette’s passion to inspire others to nourish their creative spirits, and she spent much of her life doing just that. Nannette published two books of poems and drawings with Ellicott Press: The Palette and the Pen (1992) and  The Image and the Leaf (2001). 



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