a morning poem

frosty November runs
with the best of us
recedes with the waning moon
dares the rest of us to dance
with the one-winged beast
hovering above the silence

crystal morning aberration
blue binary sky is the elixir
we down with the raw substances
of day's chilly morning extraction
there are still some amongst us
hailing pale winter's breath

morning rolled into day
staged by the poor
beneath bridges and viaducts
in camps where a morning fire
makes all the difference
beneath a stiff canvas

frosty November runs
with the best of us
recedes with the waning moon
dares the rest of us to dance
with the one-winged beast
hovering above the silence



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-11-10 at 11:48

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I am a fan of frosty November, and I am a fan of this poem! Well done.
2017-11-10