霜降的晨，城市吐出一口薄霧，
如同一場不肯醒的夢。
微光似從台北101滲出微溫，
卻在木棉花的花瓣邊，
留下一圈潔白的邊界——
那是秋與冬的界線，
也是熱情與沉靜的交界。
誰說台北沒有霜？
那些落在柏油路上的蒼白，
是時間輕輕的指紋，
在花的呼吸間，證明季節還在。
木棉啊，你仍選擇開在冷處，
一如都市裡那群不願退讓的靈魂，
在車流未至之前，用最後一抹赤紅
對抗清晨的蒼藍與遲疑。
霜降，不只是氣象，
而是心裡的一次慢慢降溫。
讓人懂得：
縱然歲月寒冷，
仍在冰霜之上，開出一朵火。
by 郭志遙 AI協作
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