A Winter Sleep
I wake, to frosty air upon my face
As I lay, in down encased
I gaze upon the nylon’s glow
This morning light that signals snow
Reflected by the outside cover
Which still falls, I soon discover
I hear it drop upon my tent
The softest touch, as fingertips
It slips and falls and piles high
From my shelter to my delight
I yearn to move and start my day
But cold crisp air bodes well to wait
Strange, you may think to sleep like this
Strange, you don’t, I must insist
To see such beauty, with its virgin hue
And I, like the first man, this forest knew
To leave a trail and step alone
And blaze a path and travel home
Even now with covers tight
I wouldn’t trade for warm sunlight
With spring comes the awful crowd
Who have never heard the winter’s howl
And never seen the stars so bright
Or the moonlit snow on a winter’s night
They will never know the forest’s grace
That comes from waking, with frosty air upon your face
Copyright © Justin Clason | Year Posted 2017
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