Thursday, December 13, 2012

It's a Beautiful Morning

As I left for work Wednesday morning, the day was dawning clear. 
The horizon to the east was just beginning to show pink as
the sun rose from behind the treeline. One bright star glittered
against the remains of an inky sky. I even started to sing --

"It's a beautiful morning,
I think I'll go outside for a while ..."

But it was cold. Frost covered just about everything.
A few weeks ago, roses bloomed, one last gasp of color before
a shiver of winter air flung their petals to the ground,
one kind of beauty replacing the other.

P.S.: This is mostly bull shit,
I'm already tired of the cold and
want spring to return. Now.

1 comment:

dive said...

Yup. Come back, Spring; all is forgiven.