Arctic Mornings

A good morning
without warning
the sunlight splashes
upon my withdrawn awning

Dawning upon the ice
drawing the calling of a nice morning
so precise
in guiding surrender to serene arctic life

Little windows peak through the rooftop attics
dormant cabins seeping caramel brown siding
sitting sublime held by the hands of slow time
in cold so static within the depths of a wintry goldmine

Going forth with the winds
to a north heading slow towards spring
bring me a cold chill and a warm drink
so I may think away the day
in the swing of a seasonal brink

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