Frost and Shadow

Poetry 1 Minute 
The frozen dew of February stands in the shadow of towering firs.

The sun rises slowly in the southern clouds, and shadows recede.

An edge of bright frost curves with the shadow along the shoulder of Kersey Way, not realizing it was time to go.
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Published by M. Espinosa

He/they. I teach English at a junior high school in western Washington. Outside of work, I worry about a myriad of things and spend time outside.

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