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On a Cold Morning

Wrote this while freezing my ass off in -1C weather!

By Ash TaylorPublished 11 months ago Updated 11 months ago 1 min read
On a Cold Morning
Photo by Eugene Golovesov on Unsplash

It's late morning and the frost lingers

As my breath mists in the air

Winter runs his cold fingers

Through the sleep-tangles of my hair


Morning light hits the lace, scattered on leaves

Hanging from spiderwebs which hang from the eaves.


I stand in the doorway hoping to find,

Some answer or meaning in the calm countryside

But there's only silence, echoing in my mind

The magic is broken, and I go back inside.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Ash Taylor

Lover of fantasy and all things whimsical. Currently studying Writing and Publishing at UNE in Armidale, Australia. Living on Anaiwan land.


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  • Rick Henry Christopher 11 months ago

    Beautiful... I love it...

  • Grz Colm11 months ago

    -1 c yikes! Lovely writing. 😊

  • Cezanne Libellen11 months ago

    This is lovely, Ash. I am so glad I read this!!

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