An Early Morning In Winter Poem by Pete Crowther

Pete Crowther

Hull, East Yorkshire, England

An Early Morning In Winter

Rating: 5.0

Still dark outside at six a.m.
And all asleep save me. I see
The fire’s still in but just a glow
So I must go and fetch some coal.
The door creaks open to the world
So cold and crackly under the stars,
A bright full moon and a few white clouds
Faintly seen. Meanwhile out there
Somewhere, two fields away, the sea
Growls and mutters to itself,
Impatient for the sun’s return.

Gina Onyemaechi 22 January 2006

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.

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Sandra Fowler 22 January 2006

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

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Robert Howard 26 November 2006

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

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Mary Nagy 27 January 2006

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

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A. B. 24 January 2006

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

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Scarborough Gypsy 23 January 2006

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

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Ernestine Northover 22 January 2006

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

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Hull, East Yorkshire, England
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