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[astrophel]

Northern Mornings
Cig smoke and steamy breath
Rolled from my mouth
Across the still, glistening lake
In chill of the morning
Silence broken by
Beating wings of a chickadee
Swooping past my head
Yellow and orange memories
Of summer fell and crunched
Softly under dew soaked shoes

Comments

[asphaltthenoon]

you're on my front steps.

(completely lovely, fresh little images and such a vivid pull: we all hear feel and see this morning and the clouds coming from mouth)

[postumus]

Best one yet!

[astrophel]

thanks, it was a beautiful morning the other day.