Breaking early without the lingering
after-rain clouds camped upon ridges
of damp clay and granite turned green,
fractured blinding light claims November
flesh glistening from branch to twig,
dripping jewels, millions of diamonds
sparkling across the flats and we are rich
and shivering, warming deadened scars
around coffee cups to share the moment.







I like your November.
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Thanks, I’m glad. You got me started, as you might have guessed. November’s weather changes can be delightful here, or miserably dusty, begging for rain. Just loved your “pie crust” image!
“She Tried To Love November”
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Very nice
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