Morning Frost by Aysegul Yildirim
I put my emotions into golden dust
just before the dawn
send them into the air
they land on the tops of trees
it takes a while
then onto the soil, painting the rear walls
birds get coloured too, as they descend
they sing a heartwarming song
but it doesn't reach to the depths of heart
where the sun hasn’t risen yet
deaf and mostly cloudy
breathing deeper than the time lost
the wind sweeps away the dust
Aysegul is a doctoral researcher who lives and writes in London. Her most recent piece of writing can be found on 'Sonic Field'.