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.