Summer is a distant memory and autumn is already on its way out, but Morris the gardener has a huge task on his hands – clearing leaves from the orchard. He shrugs on his overcoat, dons hat and gloves, and makes his way across the soggy lawn and through the walled kitchen garden to the orchard. With fruit long gathered and branches almost bare, this will be one of his last jobs of the year.
He watches a squirrel run up the trunk of a tree, and a crow balance on the fence, and mutters to himself, ‘Early snow would be the easy way out of working outdoors today’. The crow looks at him with its pure white irises and emits a long, low caw. And there they are, the first flakes fluttering onto its black wings as it takes off – snow in November.
Kim M. Russell, 6th November 2023

Image by Photikus Production on Unsplash
I’m hosting the dVerse Poets Pub Prosery this Monday with ‘November for Beginners’, a poem by Rita Dove. I particularly like the opening of this poem, which I chose for the prompt: ‘Snow would be the easy way out’, which is like a challenge to this notoriously difficult month.
We are writing stories with beginning, middle and end, with a limit of 144 words, including the line(s) from the poem.
The crow made snow so.🐦⬛❄️
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😎
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The crow always know
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They do!
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This is gorgeous writing, Kim! I especially love; “The crow looks at him with its pure white irises and emits a long, low caw.” They always seem to know just what we are thinking! ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa. Crows are such intelligent birds.
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So evocative, Kim. I can imagine this gardener and the scene–and crows always know! It’s beautiful prose, but I love “The crow looks at him with its pure white irises”–💙
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Thank you, Merril! I have a soft spot for crows.
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You’re welcome! I do, too.
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This inspires my need to head out looking for a crow 😆 Love the imagery!
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Thanks so much!
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Another one that slips in the line without a seam. Love the black and white of this.
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Thank you, Jane.
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The crow’s role in this is fascinating. Like a prophet of sorts. I loved the somewhat surreal nature of the piece.
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Thank you so much for the appreciative comment!
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Thanks for hosting and for the prompt Kim.
I love the implication(?) Of the crow providing snow for the gardener to have an easier day.
It’s interesting that we both took the ability for snow to disrupt work in such different ways.
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Snow stopped play! I’m glad you like the prompt, and the crow’s snow.
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Nice one!!!
Much🖤love
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Thanks Gillena and much love to you!
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Ah who can resist this image! A crow with snow on its black wing ushering in fond wish!
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I’m glad you like it, Dora!
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love this. great line about the crow.
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Thanks Rog!
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Crows bring many things. Wonderful how crow brought a day off for the workman in your story.
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Thanks Lisa. Personally, I quite like collecting leaves. But crow saved the day for the fictional gardener!
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❤
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Always a harbinger. (K)
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They are honest ones, though. 😊
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Very nicely done. I thought your crow picture was great!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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Beautiful writing, just lets you sink into the snow. 🙂
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Thank you, Dianne. We’ve had rain and floods and, although the sun was out yesterday and this morning, some villages are still hard to get through. At least we don’t have snow.
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Sorry you’ve had such horrible weather. Floods do so much damage and I do hope you are safe.
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I liked reading your story, Kim. The use of the line prompt was delicious. And as always, I read it first to see how the prompter used her/his own prompt. You did not disappoint.
I wrote a very short tale, challenging myself to 44 words. I haven’t written since mid October, you are first. Saying that since we just got home yesterday noon, I have a lot of chores. We cruised using a 12-day jaunt from Ft Lauderdale, Florida, into the Caribbean and the out at Galveston, Texas. Not the U.K. this time. I, and Mrs Jim, were running away for my birthday. It was a biggie, 90. Our daughter is in London for her job work, B.P, until November 17. The next day she has a party for me and family arranged.
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This was too long to tell you of my personal episode with leaes and snow and furnace “job” in excange for a basement apartment rent. Someday, or maybe on my other blog now. If not, then coming Friday.
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I think that episode would be great for a poem for Open Link Night, which is coming up soon.
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Firstly, and most importantly, belated happy 90th birthday, Jim. What a milestone, and what a way to celebrate it, I’ve only been up a while; had to feed the cats and drink a cup of tea before the next round of reading and commenting, but I will get around to yours soon. Thank you for your lovely comment about mine!
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The crow knew snow was coming! You took me there!
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That makes me happy, Carol!
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An early snow to the rescue. I’ve seen it as early as late October, but it’s that mushy kind that doesn’t follow through on its promises. I enjoyed your prosery and this prompt. Thanks for hosting.
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Thank you for joining us and commenting on my post.
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A pleasant little story. I’m glad Morris got his wish.
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You made Morris come alive for me …. I can visualize him in the garden, clearing tools in hand. Nice prose Ms. Kim. We have snow on our mountains, not at 3,600 ft. altitude where we are …. but soon, soon.
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Thank you, Helen! We didn’t get much snow last year but it’s always possible, even in such a flat place as Norfolk.
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Excellent, Kim. In so few words: A+.
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Cheers Bill!
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the first flakes fluttering onto its black
wings as it takes off – snow in November.
Happiness to receive the early signs of Winter. Some welcome the cold months for reasons of their own. Wonderful writing Kim!
Hank
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Thank you so much, Hank!
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Love the November vibe of this prosery, Kim!
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Thank you, Frank!
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Brings back memories for me. I went to a place of reflecting on how Morris has to go out through that sodden lawn etc, and I found myself thinking I’ll just tend the fire and have a cuppa.
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