Winter Morning

the vibratory sounds of the morning,

attuned to the deep breaths of sleeping,

silences the crowd of me in myself,

and tis’ the moment, I hear the life

of those out there, tucked within

their blankets, of wool and velvet,

and those enfolded, in coils of frost,

grey fog, and the bite of winter song


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