Whilst running one morn, I tried to switch off my mind and simply cherish. As a result, a poem – by yours truly:
Frosty dew upon blades of green.
How fresh and clean.
The illusion of the winter sun.
Dare not deter me from my run.
Gently kissed by the nip in the air.
Mother nature flaunting its flair.
Tingly – what a tease.
Makes me feel appeased.
Woolly hats and duvet coats?
Muddy trainers gets my vote! 😛
~ SJ (Sara Jae)