The pale sun gently kisses snowy hills,
coaxing them to wake and greet the day.
Gradually the motivation fills
one not eager to be underway.
Smoke from a nearby chimney curls around.
Squirrels and chickadees vie for their meal,
Don't seem to care if winter gives no ground,
give no sign of impatience that I feel.
So, my heart wakes up, anticipating smiles,
like Gods creatures I can see and feel and hear.
It's a joy to know that across the miles,
this pale morning is shared by someone dear.
©03/06/2011 Carol Morfitt