Jacqui Thewless - November 23rd

First, early frost
strikes with dawn-sulphur
and melts by nine.

The yeast-light of warmth then
lifts the ropes of almost-still prayer flags
August had bleached, September has
curled, the Autumn wind frays.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

Today is all morning, embers flaming.

Jacqui Thewless

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