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| Nicole's Poetry Online |
| "Morning" |
| The cold morning air bursts in My face as the wood door Swings easily outward, Stinging my skin and Bringing a blush to my cheeks, Fairer than the sulfur rose. Freckles pop like moisture Out of a crackling fire. The lines of my face flinch And steel themselves for a moment Against the crisp wind My eyelashes lace the picture of A garden brightened by Aurora's light Of spidery trees With delicate leaves And fauna rested by the night |