It's a chilly morn ...

A coldness borne

In the air around ...

A quietness sounds



It's a chilly morn

Mind is quite torn

Pushing the edge

Stirring up the dredge



It's a chilly morn ...

The birds are gone

Animals hibernate

(Too cold for their plates)



It's a chilly morn

And a late dawn

Shows no pinks

The trees shrink



It's a chilly morn ...

Lake waits for storm

Its water recedes

(Swallowed the leaves)



It's a chilly morn ...

... In the heart of scorn



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

11:45am Sat. Dec. 12th, 1998