When I found this poem it brought me back to a morning in 2007. I woke up one morning and saw frosted trees, and simalar things. It was an inspiaring poem and I hope to create one like it one day.

November Morning

A tingling, misty marvel
Blew hither in the night,
And now the little peach-trees
Are clasped in frozen light.
Upon the apple-branches
An icy film is caught,
With trailing threads of gossamer
In pearly patterns wrought.
The autumn sun, in wonder,
Is gayly peering through
This silver-tissued network
Across the frosty blue.
The weather-vane is fire-tipped,
The honeysuckle shows
A dazzling icy splendor,
And crystal is the rose.
Around the eaves are fringes
Of icicles that seem
To mock the summer rainbows
With many-colored gleam.
Along the walk, the pebbles
Are each a precious stone;
The grass is tasseled hoarfrost,
The clover jewel-sown.
Such sparkle, sparkle, sparkle
Fills all the frosty air,
Oh, can it be that darkness
Is ever anywhere!
by Evaleen Stein
November 18 2009

When You Wake

Brusque: abrupt in manner; blunt; rough.
Adventure: an exciting or very unusal experience.
Extravagant: exceeding the bounds of reason, as actions, demands, opinions, or passions.

When you wake,

Everything seems fake.

Your head,

feels dead.

When you here a jingle,

Your fingers start to tingle.

The stars shine bright,

With an errie yellow light.

No bird calls,

As the snow falls.

Adventure is comes around,

Coming out of the frozen ground.

Exravagant is the night,

Giving a small fright.

Brusque is the cold,

Night is only for the bold.

When you wake,

Nothing seems fake.

The World Holds Its Breath

The world holds its breath,

When along comes death.

The birds no longer sing,

To the great king.

He raises his head and yells,

Why can I no llonger hear the bells.

The young child cries,

The world is full of lies,

The world holds its breath,

Waiting for death.

Night Friends

Scarce: Soldem met with.
Courage: The quality of mind and sprit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger, pain, ect.
Freedom: The state of being free or at librity rather than in confiment or under physical restrain.

When the snow falls,

No bird calls.

When you find,

Someone kind,

You find freedom,

To rule a kingdom.

The yellow light,

In the night,

Begins to glow,

In the pure white snow.

Courage comes,

To help you become,

A great hero,

In tempatures of zero.

Scarce it is to see,

A bummble bee,

In this cold season,

With no reason.

You slip under your sheet,

Ready to meet,

Your night friend,

Your friendship will never end.

Hardship: A condition that is difficult to endure.
Insanity: The condition of being insain.
Sorrow: Distress from loss.

When the wind begins to wisper,

The leaves become crisper.

Sorrow I do not feel,

As I enjoy a cold meal.

Insanity is foolish,

When you can make a wish.

Hardship comes and goes,

But life continuous to flow.

When November's Here

Fridgid: Cold.
Somber: Sad.
Crisp: Firm and fresh; not soft and wilted.
Still: Not moving.
Poppy: A red flower with a black center.

When November's here,
Fridgid wind is near.
The somber bird cries,
When the summer heat dies.
While the still earth waites,
The poppies meet their sad fate.
The misty air swirls around,
Throwing crisp leaves on the ground.
When November's here,
Do not fear.