Winter-Born Moments
How sweet it is… to sit in winter sun
let thoughts delicious, drift with the fragrance of the day
birds sing in mist-risen melody, of Nature’s grace
voicing their appreciation of Nature’s way…
I lost myself, as I often do, in inner thought
allowing my eyes to feast on mottled shade
naked branches of the sleeping frangipani
crisscrossing dark shadow-limbs on moss- speckled grass…
Pearl-hued clouds drifted in, devouring the sun
sky turning a thousand shades of grey
a mischievous breeze wafted across my face
temperature plunging in sudden freefall…
… I rose, small shivers shook my body
as I returned inside…
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Coffee cools too fast in winter…
and one hand aches with cold as I pound the keyboard
one finger flying with rapid flow
typing as the thoughts tumble and spill
and lock themselves behind inner doors…
… the other hand lay warm & snug
bedded between crossed legs;
A mantle of cloud lay across the sun
a cold dampness invades the bones
a good day for a ‘blanket-day’
… if only I wasn’t alone.
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SharonleeGoodhand©9-Jun-14