MJD, Poem.

Frosty Morning

A frosty morning shall it be, the dew dropping from many a tree.

The air is clear, and sharp like ice, as you inhale, it brings vigour to life.

Nature goes with the temperature below, and adapts to form, a natural flow.

These cold mornings so fresh and clear, can be used to start the day, and bring calm to fear.

Published by MJDWRITES

Thinker, fantasiser, reader, writer.

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