The sky, a mystic weave of gray
Crimson red alines with mix
Branches coat with crystal ice
Blacktops skin succumbs to change
Winds breath dances upon skin
As the morn' has taken arise
The beauty of a January start
Captivates the stir deep within
Reflection gives unto thy face
The moment of chemistry again
Mix of emotion weaves it's web
Colours of Love coress cranium
The touch of hand upon the face........
The crossing of the hearts soul
Reflects the touch of your surrender..........
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-morning-glory/
