an Acrostic Poem for this November Tuesday Morning

N o v e m b e r    M o r n i n g s;
     (an Acrostic Poem)

November mornings crispy cool
Oven-like heat of summer's gone
Venture onto the leaf strewn path
Early morning leaves wet with dew
Morning sun on those still clinging
Brings bright pearls of dew drops hanging
Each yellow velvet scrap adorned
Rustling in the leaves squirrels enjoy

Morning air breathe in fresh and cool
Out we exhale to see our breath
Racoons are up in the attics
Nesting there and having babies
Ice on ponds beginning to form
Near the edges some stays all day
Green evergreens keep their colour
(Darkness is early and stays late)
Snowy December's coming near
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2009, All Rights Reserved  (originally posted 2009 [link] this was of Adi, my Beagle dog, now deceased [link])
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/11/the-tuesday-platform.html?m=1