** frosty morn **
Fingers aching and numb
Is this how broken straw feels
When frost first lands
As winter's first bite confirms
A long season this year
Till Spring arrives anew
Until then expect fingers ache
Before hard chill of morning.
Poetry derived by me, on this world, this life. Some I understand, some I feel, some I know, some I search for I the words I write.
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