The Impartial Egg

Dark snow on a light morning

Somehow these days develop

With no warning

Rain falls

Snow to follow

Swallowed up in the lack of light

Untidier and unclean

Steering down the road

Coffee awakes the soul

Somehow I know that more is to come

More uncertainty

More long nights

And warm mornings

Crack the egg

Make the meal

The seal of a simple morning

As the lights come on

 

 

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