Greet The Dawn
by Mike Pollock
A cold november morning
my shoes are in the hall
a frost sat on the window
and snow was piled tall
heat and steam entombed me
deep within my bed
covers thick and comfy
pulled over my head
Peeking free from sanction
Steam ran from my mouth
Out the window silence
Birds had all gone south
The Wooden floors were fridged
Hopping to and fro
Throwing on a pair of socks
To ward against the cold
My route goes to the living room
Dark and cold alike
Dead logs are on the fire place
No kindling to ignite
Skip into the kitchen
And Stiffle back a yawn
A cup of coffee warm and sweet
Alone to greet the dawn
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