Peace
The first warm rays of golden light,
shone on frozen ground.
Warming my heart and
the earth.
The smell of dirt and
decaying leaves
wafting up to my nostrils.
Deep breath,
release.
Feeding the brown grass.
I look to
my left, then
to my right.
Bending down I
reach into frozen mud,
cold,
I shiver.
My warmth leaches
into the brown liquid.
Taking
all
I give.
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Hi Y'all,
Another poem just for you.
~ B. Whetstone
