Poem: November Joys

When sugar blooms dark red cider

Hot in the pot

Mulling spices to chase away

The giant blue winter who is growing southward

We hear his distant groans growing


And closer we join under the cover of early dark

So hope love faith may be mingled

With the cracking snaps of the radiant blaze

The power of country market fry cakes at 10:00 pm.



Thanks for reading,


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