Winter Roses 30-10-25
6am. The world is frozen.
I wonder what my dog sees in it.
Breathe in. Shiver.
Barely rising,
the mellow sun -soft fingered-
scratches the clouds golden and pink.
Breathe out,
watch my words solidify,
brief on the rose sky.
Browning leaves underfoot,
pampered with frost, too loud
for dawn’s half-lit silence.
He pants alongside me,
electric sparks;
think I'll stay inside tomorrow.
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