the chills

A Poem by Wy~Lie

that feeling,

it’s 8AM on a Saturday morning

the world is awake,

picking up donuts & coffee

the kids are off school,

there’s a light chilled breeze in the air

the morning dew on the grass,

this feeling, feels like a moment of silence

this feeling, feels like a moment of clarity

all within the hustling of the world,

the chills of a Saturday morning