Mid-Winter Morning
The bright sky is growing dim
Mid-winter morning the bright sky is growing dim, hidden under flannel clouds hemming the heavens in.
If only I had sprung from bed when the sun first touched my eyes, instead of dreaming over toast and books, ignoring the world outside.
Now turning away from the darkening sky to the beckoning light of my room, where book-lined shelves and nestled cats melt the morning away too soon.