A Morning Window In November

The Bacon Cat Legging Society

By Ellie HoovsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Patinas of amber pour in purlins

Through clear panes.

Particles glimmer and dance,

Glittering golden pixie dust,

Turning soot into something alluring,

And ethereal.

The azure arctic breeze billows

Through unseen cracks

In perfect dissimilitude.

An enchanting paradox

Of cozy cordiality and

Distant gelidity.

Steely exigent November,

Full of gratitude

And unrequited gray

Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.

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