ice

a cold sunrise

crisply quiet,

snow suffocates the soil.

in the dark,

small noises seem louder,

and the quiet does too.

unmoving,

only a tremble of breath

disturbs the air.

when orange cracks

along the top of the ridge,

the black sky

becomes a watercolor sea,

and you find that daylight

is colder.

the sun never reaches your bones

but dances on the ice.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

A cold sunrise, painted with a serene beauty only winter could cast upon the earth. Wonderful descriptive lines, Matt! I am proud to be the first to review...of what is deserving of more!

[Matt Later]

Thank you! I'm just starting to write poetry again so I appreciate it