Cold mountain sunrise
Cold Mountain Sunrise
The piercing crispness in the air
Blankets pulled up to my cold face
Smell of woodsmoke is in my hair
Embracing the mountain’s grace
The snow and frost crunch underneath
My boots as I gather the wood
An old wood stove that provides heat
And here, I am understood
The cold mountain sunrises
Even the stillness speaks to me
Takes my soul out of the crisis
And finally I feel some peace
J.E.
Copyright © Jennifer Etheridge | Year Posted 2022
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