Frozen Morning

Frozen morning

Sharp, cold breezes canter in the early morning light.
I feel their icy touch.
A golden sun rises through dense layers of clouds.
I see the bright glare of orange.
Steamy mist rises above half-frozen pools.
I feel the moist cold seeping through coats and jackets.
Birds chirp in the shadowy trees.
I hear their joyful song.
Thick ice carpets the bare ground.
I feel the crunching underfoot.
Orange mist swirls around the trees.
I see the dim glow.
Creeks melt and rush swiftly along.
I hear the trickling of running water.
Insects chirp from their perches in the bushes.
I hear their playful orchestra.
Tall bare pines stand tall, their silhouettes jumping out in the landscapes.
I see their dark figures.

By Amy