First, early frost <br />strikes with dawn-sulphur <br />and melts by nine. <br /> <br />The yeast-light of warmth then <br />lifts the ropes of almost-still prayer flags <br />August had bleached, September has <br />curled, the Autumn wind frays. <br /> <br />Tomorrow is my birthday. <br /> <br />Today is all morning, embers flaming.<br /><br />Jacqui Thewless<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/november-23rd/
