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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
 
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Daily Cascade
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas "  became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one.
Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.
November 7, 2025 at 11:41am November 7, 2025 at 11:41am
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Prompt:
Have fun with these quotes:
"November’s dress code: sweater in the morning, regret by noon, blanket burrito by night." — Unknown
"This month I’m thankful for elastic waistbands and friends who understand second helpings are non-negotiable." — Unknown
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Two playful quotes about November, one about the fashion chaos, the other about its sweet and starchy food and what it does to waists. All this mayhem and commotion for an in-between month, too!
In-between because its air still remembers summer, but the trees up north insist it's time for winter. Even, here, in Florida, the weather goes berserk in November. As the weather report indicated last night, a cold front is on the way with those Northern 40s to arrive two days later, this Monday, while just yesterday, I had the AC on, even if for a couple of hours.
Since very few homes in this area have fireplaces, I guess I'll have to miss the faint smell of wood smoke in the air; however, you can bet I'll reach for a cozy sweater or two and add an extra blanket on the bed. Then, with warm drink in hand, I'll feel autumnal, as if I were back in NY state again.
I only wish any sweater I am going to wear on Monday and/or Tuesday doesn't quickly turn into a portable sauna, making me realize nothing much had changed about the weird Florida weather. And after this cold front exits, I hope, Florida's November doesn't go full blast into the summer again when even the thinnest tee-shirt feels too much, unless I turn on the AC again. But then, doesn't the comfort of any weather a fleeting thing with a false-friend personality?
False friend though it is, November suffers from mood swings. Yet, it teaches me flexibility, humor, and the art of sudden switching when it comes to what I might wear.
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As far as continued imbibing of that delicious beverage is concerned - you go, girl (but at a level unlikely to prematurely remove your valued presence from our own).
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