A Winter Night on my Porch
White frost on leafless trees,
brittle and glittering
in the cloud covered moonlight.
I breathe in
A crisp cold gust of
night air.
I feel the chill seep through
the fabric of my coat.
The porch is frozen;
My jeans providing little barrier
against the icy feeling creeping up
my back.
I sit still, listening to the winter
Sounds of crackling ice and
Drifting snow.
I shiver in the darkness, content.
Author Note: I am in love with where I live.
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