Atmospheric haze and dazzling stars
Ghostly trees
Tiny, tiny icy crystals glitter
Feathers of frost tremble in a puff of wind
Curling aromatic smoke
Wreathing my face
Taking the moment to just
Inhale
Tiny lights twinkle
In the distance, perhaps an owl
Empty stillness
My footsteps
Tap of concrete, soft crunch of frosty grass
A simply lonesome moment
Kiss of smoke to lungs, and repeat
Galling weariness
When i wake the silence is thick
Molasses air and sweet, thunderous cold, I breathe
Stillness in moments that kiss the soul
To rise would be to greet the morning
(c) 2016
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