Mornin’ soup

The air was frigid

Like soup left on the table

The wind blew in forceful gusts

As if blind the to long dead heat

 The night was a hungry child

The cold broth could not satiate

 So on the tantrum kept

Until the dark was spent

On a heaving sigh of morning light

© Devina S.

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