Photo by J. Trent |
Shiver
by John Trent
Grand and glorious morning's trumpets sound
Ushering His grace with a brilliant golden glow
I face great Helios with limbs outstrecthed
And capture the warmth of this frozen winter’s day
Flocks of leafs dance the wind’s laughter
Playing chase on a field of browning green
Bare branches glisten, they shiver and wave
As icy fingers pierce Heaven’s blue shades
A cold wind rushes and burns my cheeks
Forming wintry drops in the corners of each eye
Blurred, my view, as ghostly vapors rise
As each icy inhale gives cause to feel alive
Pulsating and glowing,the embers crackle,
Radiating,it blankets, my being with warmth
In my refuge I gaze past frost etched panes
And drink the current before I take out my pen
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