15/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
Conscious of the air passing my lips
As I breathe in and out
Sucking in the cold, still air
Of the breaking dawn
Letting out the warmth from my lungs
Seeing my breath plume out in front of me
My hands stuffed deep into pockets
In an effort to stop my fingertips turning blue
And my feet shuffling on the spot
The lambswool lining of my boots toasty
Against the low, rolling fog not yet burnt off
By the suns warming rays
You’ve captured how I feel here in Rural NSW perfectly! It’s damn cold all the time! I have to wear two hoodies to keep me warm 😊
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