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The wind blows over the frozen streets,
The ice pellets raining down in sheets.
The dark before dawn broken by the street lights,
The howl of the wind as it cuts and it bites.
I stoke the ashes and watch the flames grow,
I hold my coffee tight and glare out the window.
Winter break has come to an end
The morning rush inside the house
Shuffling bags and papers and lunches
How did we ever get into the car on time?
Traffic converges on helpless schools
Parents jockeying for the perfect drop off spot
And in a flurry of byes and I love you’s
Winter break has come to an end
No tracks to follow
No clear trail trust your calling
Heavy winter snow
Frosted trees and grass
Nose stings eyes water mouth breathe
Winter morning run
Melancholy blue
Low energy kind of day
Good for reflecting
Morning clouds burn off
Boarding cog railway for peak
Eager to start trek
Sky refracts pink light
Clouds awash in purple glow
Front Range morning bliss
Sunrise on east slope
Purple mountain majesty
Summit capped in clouds
Nose tucked under paw
Curled perfectly in bed
Cat nap after lunch