This Early Morning

a beautiful spring morning

Dew drops, Glistening like diamonds

The fog surrounds the edges 

The colors, Bright

 Yet Dark at the same time

The cold pricks me, chilling me to the bone

Running through my body

I can see my breath 

Floating around me like a cloud 

There is a silence, it surrounds everything

Just like the fog

Making everything Unknown past the trees

This early morning, as Dark as can be 

Reviews

[Billy Jean]

I love how you portray "morning" as surprisingly different from how it's commonly described.

[Cherrie]

There is a real and pure beauty in silence found in a cold night nestled in fog. You capture it masterfully.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This was an enjoyable read. I like how you contrast both light and dark in the coldness of a dreary day. It was a very identifiable image one could imagine in their mind. Nice work indeed. Thank you for sharing your poem.