Winter Song

I woke up this morning, it was cold damp and windy [and that was just the wife...joke?] so something made me remember this little poem[?] I wrote last year...hope you like it.

Early on a winters morn
And the moon's already gone
There's a crispness in the air
And there's ice upon the pond

At 6 o'clock the day begins
For some it's time to sleep
But far away, away in the east
Dawn light begins to break

A robin starts his chirping
Begins the chorus of the dawn
The post man turns his collar up
To cross the frosty lawn

And the grass beneath his feet will crunch
Like cornflakes in his mouth
He longs to feel the heat that comes
With summers warming month

And now as skies are lightening
And the mill of life returns
And traffic belching carbon fumes
Eyes water, chest burn

But this is how we live today
And for one hundred years
Will crispy winter mornings wake us
As we make our way to work.