Awakening

Fall's Leaves in Winter's Ice

Awakening

Pull myself from under 

Winter's covers

Seek my slippers

My warm joggers

Feed the fur kids

Start the coffee

Boot the computer

Check the woodstove

For still hot coals.

Toss in a log or two

Carefully saved from the evening's fire

Pour myself a hot mug of coffee

And settle in at my computer chair

Pulling my afghan around my legs

Good morning etherworld

Still hours before my dawn

And the studio warms

Today I paint

But now I awake.

Slowly the morning unfolds

The night melting

Like the thin new winter's ice on the pond

The new logs catch

I sip the second cup of coffee

Fur kids arrayed around my feet

In the circle of warmth from the fire

We all await the coming of the sun

A new winter morning.

J. Binford-Bell 2010