morning sun
sky is a pastel painting
cold accumulates abroad my body
it feels as if my ears are wilting
birds cry out in fresh melody
the world is hidden in dew
sidewalk untouched, bare
a day just starting, the world anew
the scent of smoke thickens frigid air
the sun has yet to appear
through a veil of coloured sky
and what a fretful fear
that the sun may never rise
morning run
morning sun
night fades slowly until its demise