Mornings Thaw Poem by Matthew Holloway

Mornings Thaw



Ice on the windows
pretty little picture
breath rising up
in a grey miniature cloud
cold limbs shaking
beneath well wrapped layers
tired eyes in poor light
a winters hesitation
a pause to return to sleep
denied with reluctance
the journey to work
begun slowly, traffic lights
illuminate the radios songs
some gossip awaits
the thaw of morning

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Matthew Holloway

Matthew Holloway

Cheshire, England
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