Cold Morning (and snow too!)

©2009 Donna H. Chiarelli

Cold Morning

by Eamon Grennan

Through an accidental crack in the curtain

I can see the eight o’clock light change from

charcoal to a faint gassy blue, inventing things

in the morning that has a thick skin of ice on it

as the water tank has, so nothing flows, all is bone,

telling its tale of how hard the night had to be

for any heart caught out in it, just flesh and blood

no match for the mindless chill that’s settled in,

a great stone bird, its wings stretched stiff

from the tip of Letter Hill to the cobbled bay, its gaze

glacial, its hook-and-scrabble claws fast clamped

on every window, its petrifying breath a cage

in which all the warmth we were is shivering.

~ by dutchghetto on December 7, 2009.

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