Wake Up Call

Wake Up Call Sunny days are so luscious and sweet. Its pleasing to live at life's slower pace, but often I miss the bite and the sting, of Winter's blight blowing wind in my face. Feelingly persuade me of what I am, * beyond womb-like comforts and security. Stabbing thorns, Winter's cold, - small payment to wake me from my own obscurity. I must know myself as well as the world, know the ambition of my soul and hands, to welcome my life, not cast it aside, not cower behind dress skirts, tremble and hide. * Allusion to William Shakespeare's As You Like It . for public domain