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Night Breath in the Morning Breeze

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

Night breath rides early morning breezes
you can hear its voice in the trees
just a whisper, raspy, rusty, earthy
it carries a chill and a change

There are few sounds more haunted
than the wind on a cold day in Fall
the chill of it crawling into your warm clothes
kissing your gooseflesh skin



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Gregory D. Welch

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