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 you
even on the coldest, darkest of mornings
had me rise from my cosy cocoon
and move towards your
grateful to bask in your warm light