The cold winters dawn, the sky cloudy and grey,
Frost on the grass, morning song arises the day,
Stillness speaks words of calm and peace,
The closeness of fog before it lifts its embrace,
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I sit at the window and watch the world rise,
My eyes flicker between the trees and the brightening skies,
My hands cold to touch, my breath billowing and hot,
I remember the fresh spring mornings that are so often forgot.
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I have enjoyed writing poetry since I was a child, but it has not been until recent years that I have embraced this passion. I am keen to learn more about developing my work and welcome all feedback! I hope you enjoy what I write as much as I enjoy writing it!)
A Winter Morning
The cold winters dawn, the sky cloudy and grey,
Frost on the grass, morning song arises the day,
Stillness speaks words of calm and peace,
The closeness of fog before it lifts its embrace,
A white blanket of ice, hardened and cold,
Beauty resides in an act of nature so old,
The falling of a leaf, the cold weighing it down,
Alone, crisp, and brown as it drops to the ground,
Making way for new life, as the world starts to wake,
The beginning of a new day, a fresh dawn at its break.
Well done mum I am soooooooooooo proud that Ur myum