November clouds sidle across my window
Blanched gold
Warms my face
Meets my eyes
Which dare to gaze long
The sting accenting the transience
Coaxing me to hurry but slowly

Colors painted in contrast onto sky and trees
Overwritten with the music of peace
Cadences of longing and fulfillment.
Holy, holy, holy,
My only response.


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