CRISP

Crisp November

I enjoyed the hush as I trudge through Woods Avenue

To see tiny palms on frozen pavements

 

Soft flake frost blend the dark of night

Miniature stars sparkle with sharp brightness

Awesome breeze, I said to myself

 

Crisp up

December will soon twigs the rushing heat

Where stitch blankets will matter no more

Crisp

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