The warmth of me curls knees to chin hiding from the frosty chill.
My eyes peek out in dawning light to see the snow piled windowsill.
The traffic sounds have been toned down, the once blue sky's over glazed,
all of life has been dampened down, as flakes fall upon the earthly stage.
One can hear the tick of clock, the hum of the furnace heating
without the wind, the snow simply falls, bringing Winter's first greetings.
So like the eiderdown it drifts, each hillock seems a baffle fluffed,
each brush once green a pillow seems, each boulder bears a comfy tuft.
Oh, to stay here all of day, watch the patterned snowflakes fall
but, I must harken to the day and rise up to life's daily call.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi