A Winters Morning Poem by Matthew Holloway

A Winters Morning



A winters morning
~
Amongst a listless morning
still thoughts linger
in the soft pale light
cold dew hangs in the air
bare trees line the horizon
a backdropp of grey cloud
there is nothing more
or less beautiful seen
within a winters portrait
than a world changing
stripped bare, naked
the frailty of life
witnessed

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Matthew Holloway

Matthew Holloway

Cheshire, England
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