Morning light washes over my eyes
Warm, soft and buttery
Quiet in that brief stretch of time
Flashing across the frozen brush
Layering warmth where it lay
Only colder in the shadows and nooks
My heart is warmed while the wind blisters my cheeks
I should’ve worn pants…
Image by Jacques GAIMARD from Pixabay
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Author: jongraylang
Novel Writer, Screenwriter, Filmmaker & occasionally an Actor. Handy with a Sword, Ukulele and Skis. Author of Nun With a Gun: The Town with No Name, The Matilda. and Twistin' Matilda. Writer of the upcoming Sci-Fi sequel, Black Matilda.
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