Tuesday, 13 December 2016

Morning Runs

Morning Runs
The inky black darkness
Is pierced by the white light
Of the bloated full moon

The morning crisp
Frigid air freezes lungs
Sidewalks icy

The stillness is broken
By pounding feet
And panting breath

Early morning runs are invigorating
Especially on a cold
Winter day


© Phil Renaud 2016