Quiet Morning
An Original Poem by Amanda Ortiz
Lights melt
from the mantle.
In the quiet morning,
gray light
complements the cold.
Silent air
sifts through thoughts,
like a breath
before one speaks.
Hold on,
the coffee is warm.
Lights melt
from the mantle.
In the quiet morning,
gray light
complements the cold.
Silent air
sifts through thoughts,
like a breath
before one speaks.
Hold on,
the coffee is warm.
