A Slow Morning with Zero Agenda

Some snow and some spiritual air

Photo by Cottonbro on Pexels

Silence dying
Dawn yawning

Everything swathed in baby pink hue
God meditating

Slowly snow turns golden
I’m frozen

Trying some more sleep in this early morning
Though the atmosphere is surreal
My eyelids crying

Can hear some chants
Smell incense aroma rise

In a deep slumber
I hope I fall

Waking after three hours of shut eye
I see birds of colour red, blue and white
Sunning in this ravishing light
My hot cuppa arrives
My morning begins to feel right
And beautifully bright

No deadlines, no bucket list
As I sip and sit
These silent scenes get knit
In the memories of my woollen quilt

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