I step outside into the cool briskness
The early morning fog clings to me
Like a woollen blanket trying to keep me warm
But I lash out with my arms and legs
Trying to kick it off and make haste
In the direction of home
Down the steady mountainside into
The foggy mists
Closer to the comforts of a warm coffee
And the thoughts of a hot shower
bucketing down on me
This urges me onwards and almost making me run
I watch the birds as I walk briskly
And in most gardens they have been busy serving breakfast
They stare at me as if to say
Get your own
This is mine
And you are not invited
The thoughts in my head keep me in good company
Until I reach the end of my journey
Home.
1 comment:
Very nice.It has very deep character.
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