Poetry

Grateful to Be Alive

Stepped out on a cold, crisp morning
Greeted by the cloud of my own breath
Wrapped up snuggly and warm
Under the clear crystal ice sky
I feel the chill in my bones
And the drum beat of my heart
Touched by the lukewarm distant sun
Birds that stayed the winter chatter to me
This is what it feels like to be alive

Debbie Gravett © 2017.06.09

via Daily Prompt: Crisp

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Debbie Gravett

A word painter; a story slave; a believer of magic and mystery; a lover of life.

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