On a Cold Morning
Wrote this while freezing my ass off in -1C weather!
By Ash TaylorPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
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
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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
He/Him
Bachelors of Media and Communications, currently battling my way through a Masters in Journalism. Working in radio telling stories, and writing on the weekend. Making my way through my 400 odd backlog of books.
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Comments (2)
Beautiful... I love it...
-1 c yikes! Lovely writing. 😊