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 