Sunday, March 1, 2009

A Winter Morning

Slowly leaving a peaceful state,
awakening to a deafening silence,
with an odd glow peering through blinds,
chilling air touches skin,
as blankets get tossed aside.
Stepping over to the window,
sun-lover curiously opens the blinds.
Gasp of surprise breaks the silence.
Countless number of brilliant white flakes,
all collected quietly during the night.
Still floating down without a sound.
No wind disturbs their travel.
Each unique in its' own design.
Stacks on the ground in massive quantity.
With no urgency to this Saturday morning,
immersed in deep thoughts of getting started,
goes back to the warmth left under the covers.


Just Joe said...

I think this is one of your better poems although you have written many I like. I can picture the whole scene you have painted with soft words and can feel the warmth and beguile of the emotions in this morning scene and the final relief of back to a warm bed and thankful for saturday! My 2 Cents M'Lady!

Vivian said...

Thank you kindly, dear sir. You have picked one of my own favorites!