Sunday, 8 January 2017

Such a fine morning

A fine morning of winter,
gifted after so many days
knocks at my door;
soft sunlight streaming
through the glass panes.
If the rays want to play
with my unkempt hair
or drip into me in a
warm fluid motion, let it be
I want the warmth
to slowly engulf me,
let it travel deep inside me ,
after a cold night.
Happiness will find its own way
to reach me perhaps;
just as it does
with the dew soaked grass carpet
or the flower on it.
Such a fine morning of winter
deserves a warm welcome,

a tight hug from me. 

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