Cold Morning
In the hush of dawn’s embrace,Where frost kisses leaf and stone,Silence wraps its cold lace,In the realm where light has flown.Beneath the pale sun’s weak gaze,Shadows stretch with icy fingers,Breaths swirl in a misty maze,In the heart, a quiet lingers.The world, wrapped in a silver sheen,A tapestry woven from winter’s sigh,Whispers of what lies unseen,Beneath…