Jeweled november morning
presents her fragile gifts
wrapped in brittle air
crisp cookie cut-outs of fallen
gingerbread leaves, sprinkled
with sparkling sugar crystals
frosty gems encrust cold
rim of now abandoned birdbath,
an over-sized salted goblet
dead lawn glitters a thousand
clear white diamonds, reflecting
frigid rays of sharp sunlight
piercing tender ears of chilled clouds.
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Mixing metaphors here…like a november morning mixes beauty and severity.
a poem in my pocket 
Nov 21, 2014 @ 20:12:17
I can’t decide on a favorite — bravo!! 😀
Nov 15, 2014 @ 21:33:37
I just loved these–I can picture them all so clearly. As for the gingerbread…I have some small gb cookies from Trader Joe’s and I’ve got to have one now!
Nov 15, 2014 @ 13:16:37
you have described the view from my early morning window – lovely images of the november morning