Frosty Mornings
Winters here,
fill your lungs
with cold fresh
winter air.
Feel
the frosty morning
embrace, an icy
stink upon your face.
A silver surfer can be
traced. He's left an
icy wake.
Tread
carefully, walk with
patient footsteps
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
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