November Third November 4, 2010November 4, 2010 elizabethcaulfieldfelt poetry Happiness is in the air, but it is not mine. It sparkles like frost on an early morning windshield. Share this: Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email More Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading... Related