Early Morning

It's frosty cold with sparkling ice

The pines stand tall and still

The tree out front seems made of glass

As the sun peeps o'er the hill

I hear the neighbor's rooster and

He sounds disgruntled in the cold

Bet he wishes he had a blanket

To shiver under while the gold

and pink and red of sunrise pokes

Jack Frost's art at windowsill

I yawn and step out on the porch,

And light some charcoal in the grill

There's days when winter's freshness

Calls me out to breathe the still

Morning air, and give my thanks to heav'n above

For rebirth every brand new day

I drink it in, and get my fill

Of eggs and bacon cooking on the grill.

Reviews

[Gee]

Sends a shiver down my spine and has me salivating at the same time.
Enjoyed this( love rhyming verse)