Frosty Morning

12 Monday Oct 2015

It was a cold morning,

The sun rose,

But there wasn’t any heat in it

The frost crunchy underfoot

Twigs cracking from the icy fingers of winter

And out on the pond

The swans lent their warmth to one another

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