Her November Morning
The dull grey that blankets the morning ground in frost
suddenly grows green as Mother Earth begins to rise.
The frost, late to arrive this year, retreats and plots its next
masterpiece of morning crystals clinging to world.
Mother Earth, with her tender touch, shoo's away the frost and
warms the chilly earth with a slow embrace.
Her hope for our "something great" is shown in morning beams through the trees.
The clouds, as there always will be, are soft and few, but I am a clear mind.
Dreamlike visions in bitter cold, give way to comforting light as She smiles.
Her smile goes a long way and her smiles will always change in the Morning.
Be with Her. This is Her November Morning...