Morning,
A thin line of sun on the horizon,
Gołd, strewn with the threads of dawn.
A shining ribbon in an ocean of blue,
Promise of warmer times to come.
Breath, condensing,
In unforgiving air,
Lungs burning.
Cold-hot.
Spring, heralding her arrival.
© Caro Ness 2017
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