A morning
Of incoming winter
Is long shadows,
Like-
Patterns on the floor,
A photograph of a door,
Sun on heels,
Designs on window sil,
A clear holiday sky,
A book of poems to read-
Leaning back on armchair,
Stretched legs and warmth on feet,
Cold cream smell in the air,
And
Stray leaves blown by northern breeze.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
A morning of incoming winter,
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