The sky, a mystic weave of gray <br />Crimson red alines with mix <br />Branches coat with crystal ice <br />Blacktops skin succumbs to change <br />Winds breath dances upon skin <br />As the morn' has taken arise <br />The beauty of a January start <br />Captivates the stir deep within <br />Reflection gives unto thy face <br />The moment of chemistry again <br />Mix of emotion weaves it's web <br />Colours of Love coress cranium <br />The touch of hand upon the face........ <br /> <br /> <br />The crossing of the hearts soul <br />Reflects the touch of your surrender..........<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-morning-glory/
