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
Loved the lively picture your words created
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I can feel this poem. Thank you.
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I am glad. Thank you for stopping by and commenting.
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