Friday, January 08, 2016

Waking on a Snowy Morning

Waking on a Snowy Morning

When the silken silence of the morning,
Whispers softly before the pewter dawn;
Slumber abandons young dreams aborning,
And leaving, commands a jaw-cracking yawn.
Softly the snow shushes past my windows,
Dancing in darkness, whirlwind of the night,
Teasing, cavorting, flying where wind blows;
Mounting ever skyward, seeking daylight.
Joining the dance, leap my thoughts unbidden,
Sleep long forgotten as my mind takes flight.
Secretive dreamscapes must remain hidden,
Until they're explored on another night.
Gales of awareness push dark veils away,
Rushing to greet a cold and snowy day.

Mick McKellar
January 2016


Waking to the sound of snow hitting my window...makes me shiver to think of it.

Mick

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