My fingertips are cold
From the many times of washing them
In freezing water
Hoping to wake up with another cup of coffee
Before the morning rises
And anyone else
That quiet time is perfect for saluting a beautiful new day. Love this poem, LeeAnn!
Before the morning rises.... meaningful.... thanks for sharing... LeeAnn..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rising from the cold, a form of rebirth. A timely and fantastic verse, LeeAnn,