An Early Morning In Winter Poem by Pete Crowther

Your 'coal', creaking door, 'white clouds', 'fields' and growling 'sea' bring this early winter morning right before my eyes, Peter. I admire your skill. I don't know how to use the favourites function, so I'll just copy and paste this poem into my collection of brilliant writing in Word. Regards, Gina. P.S. I was about to skip this poem (and the one immediately before it) and run straight Lawrence. S. Pertillar, but boy am I glad I gave you a chance! Gina.

This sounds like an early morning in West Virginia if one could substitute the Ohio River for the sea. The imagery is finely drawn. The mood is haunting. Regards, Sandra Fowler

This is so inviting that I want put on a jacket and go there now. How perfecty comforting and flawlessly constructed.

What a beautifully comforting poem Peter! All your images just give me such a sense of comfort, a real homey feel. I love the though of you waking early and building up the fire for the rest of your family that is still asleep....such a tender look at the protector of the family. I love this poem. sincerely, Mary

You did it again Peter. This is another beautiful master piece. You are a real poet and i really enjoyed reading this one. Peace.

Awwwww Pete, you old insomniac you! As usual, a lovely piece of work. I have come to expect nothing less of you now. This left me with warm fuzzy feelings. Particularly liked 'the sea growls and mutters to itself'. Great stuff Gyp's

Another of your 'lovelies' Peter', your words paint such a picture in one's mind. Truly super write. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX