November Morning
NOVEMBER MORNING
Look out, look out, you all!
The November morning,
Stunningly painted in the sky,
Like a canvas with white streaks
In the steel blue background,
Brightened by the sun, warming
The cold November morning.
The trees looking up to the sky
With their vivid green leaves
Swaying in the cold November breeze.
What a delightful sight!
Watching a November morning.
Changing the shapes of the white
Clouds, like different canvasses.
Amazingly wrapping you with warmth,
Awakening your senses, touching your soul.
11/5/22 Marilene Evans
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