A Morning Window In November

Patinas of amber pour in purlins

Through clear panes.

Particles glimmer and dance,

Glittering golden pixie dust,

Turning soot into something alluring,

And ethereal.

The azure arctic breeze billows

Through unseen cracks

In perfect dissimilitude.

An enchanting paradox

Of cozy cordiality and

Distant gelidity.

Steely exigent November,

Full of gratitude

And unrequited gray