On a Cold Morning
Wrote this while freezing my ass off in -1C weather!
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
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Morning light hits the lace, scattered on leaves
Hanging from spiderwebs which hang from the eaves.
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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.
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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Comments (3)
Beautiful... I love it...
-1 c yikes! Lovely writing. 😊
This is lovely, Ash. I am so glad I read this!!