Morning does not lose its way
Though tardy, it seeps through gray
Lighting coppice, crag and firth
Sallow orb o’er white-washed earth
Windswept, hinterland and dell
Brace against steel tentacle
Nook and hollow, alley, hill
Nothing can escape its chill
Somewhere softer canticle
Teases turquoise-bathed pebble
Purple pool of morning mist
Veils lush vineyards warm, sun-kissed
Here we brace against the growls
Flung from Old Man Winter’s jowls
Here, at hearth we linger long
Slipper-clad and coffee-strong
Morning wends from heaven-tress
Vexing night’s dark wilderness
Through its howling, headstrong wrath
Morning melts a little path
© Janet Martin
Crazy-cold and stormy...all schools in a wide area are closed!
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