Tuesday November Morning

 

The sun like molten metal

Breaching the

Horizon.

Golden swathes through

Hovering river mists and

Mesmerising glitters

On fresh frost.

Subtle pastel shades

In rainbow hues

Daubed on a

Crystalline sky.

All is crispness and clarity

And coldness

Borne by fatigued eyes

And sharp breaths.

Winter is not just bearable;

It is beautiful.

 

Emma Hyde, age 25, 29/11/2016

 

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