A Winter Morning

A smile for the early risers
And their patterns wild and stark
As they all criss-cross in contrast
With the brightness and the dark

Wide eyed people chatter
No strangers to be found
Charged with merry wonder
An elixir on the ground

Children scream and giggle
And play with joyful glee
Adults join in laughter
With youthful eyes they see

Yet some, they just can’t feel it
So let us shed a tear
For to them this magic wonderland
Breeds evil, hate and fear

Like manna, it feeds a hunger
White and cold yet warming
Tickles our souls in a sparkling feast
As it blankets o’er the morning


About tongnaboot

Just somebody else with time on their hands and a head full of nonsense.
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