Morning poem

The winter trees hold naked arms aloft against the silent backdrop of morning sky
a rhapsodie of lyric lifting

Lazy snowflakes linger in the morning air
bouyed in their descent by the quiet cold

Against my breast, the indescribable softness of a small son’s downy head
as he nuzzles, warm and cozy, for his morning drink.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. The Mom
    Jan 21, 2008 @ 13:08:54

    You bring tears to my eyes.


  2. ~m
    Jan 22, 2008 @ 10:16:53

    Well, of course by ‘nuzzle’ I mean ‘cry ravenously and snuffle desperately’ but that didn’t really fit 😉


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