November Dawn

Silver-white frost glistened on the ground;

the horizon captured my eye;

Soft muted-rose framed naked trees

and I felt myself give a sigh.

This was a welcome for the rising sun,

outlined by banana-cream;

To witness the dawn is a privilege

but this outranked any dream.

Joan Adams Burchell

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