My morning poem

cool morning air
dew on grass
cold wind blows
fog so thick
you cant see in front of you
I stand watching my dog
as he sniffs the grass
finding a place
to do his business
as the fog lifts
and the sun peaks through
we will have another glorious day
of blue skies
temps hitting 21 degrees c
I will bathe in the sunlight

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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