muted wintry sky
eyes closed dreaming of summer
full moons and flowers
it's a dark, bracing cold wintry morning.
perhaps that's why i burrowed deeper
under blankets of feather down,
a closed fist of a bulb rooted in dreams of warmer seasons,
not quite ready to send up a shoot and emerge
into the quickening light.
suddenly i realized it was friday!
just the thought of all of you
even on the coldest, darkest of mornings
had me rise from my cosy cocoon
and move towards your