Solstice Morning

A poem by Amie Brodie


photo of winter sunrise
unsplash - Michael Niessl

The winter sun comes peeping Sideways through my windows, Too ashamed to really show her face, And she should be, Because she hasn't been Doing her chores. Getting up so late, and when she does She's in such a bitchy mood; Sullen, with her red hair messed.


 

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