December morning

December morning

An early December morning.

The sky, clearest blue, a blush of peach hugging the horizon and frost, sprinkled like fine sugar.

Warm air spews into the cold from a neighbour’s vent as birds swoop against this clear day.

The Virginia creeper, now bare, bereft of all autumnal jewels, makes me feel the littlest bit melancholy; winter is coming.

Up alone, quiet settling around me, I enjoy the peace and feel suddenly so grateful for the warmth of our home…for belonging.

Writing along with December prompts from writealm using Monday’s prompt ‘coming’…thanks Amanda.

6 Replies to “December morning”

  1. Thanks for sharing interesting pieces.
    I’ve enjoyed many of your posts here and look forward to reading your next! 🙂
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