Morning In November Poem by Elizabeth Shield

Silken halos round the lights
Wreathing unfamiliar nights
Dawn is still to far to say
I wish it were another day

Dew drops hanging in the air
Jack Frost hugs the windows there
Pinker streaks now tinge the night
The first rays of the morning's light

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A quick ride doen the icy street
A heater warms my frozen feet
My head cold gives me quite a chill
Remaining scarfless even still

Hark! The sun has cleared the tor
Oh, how I long to see it more
The golden beams sift through the dawn
And give me warmth to linger on

But when the last bell rings, they say
You will be free another day
The sun's warmth now is mine to keep
Until the last, when I will sleep