The horizon has exhaled – small stone

cold slices the
dull morning. my head down,
feet breaking up the
snow crust. I’m a
mindless fog itself
pied pipering behind
sweetie’s tinkling collar

my pupils contract:
My head snaps up.

The horizon has
Pushing the day’s
Amber light
Up’n at ’em.

I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful Writing Challenge. Feel free to join us.

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