Written Wednesday

Driving Alone Early in the Morning

 

The frigid morning air has

Crept into my car, my frozen

Hands grip at the wheel.

 

Black coffee slides down

My throat, bitter it

Leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

 

Fog blocks my path

So thick I could inhale it

And puff it back out in rings.

 

Early morning

Light cuts through

 

The trees to my left

Bathing the world

 

In gold.

-Hanna Caroline