Still dark outside at six a.m. <br />And all asleep save me. I see <br />The fire’s still in but just a glow <br />So I must go and fetch some coal. <br />The door creaks open to the world <br />So cold and crackly under the stars, <br />A bright full moon and a few white clouds <br />Faintly seen. Meanwhile out there <br />Somewhere, two fields away, the sea <br />Growls and mutters to itself, <br />Impatient for the sun’s return.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-early-morning-in-winter/
