the wind howls across my front windows
I grab my covers a little closer to my chest
and snuggle in more with my life
the cold air that I know is out there
screams in fury
it can't blow into me
and I smirk
smoke screens
all around ..
practically beautiful
I feel smothered in it's rhapsody
tranquil in the cold's demise
superfluous, the essence of just floating
my eyes gracefully blink
one after the other
with the slow motion changes
of pleasant thoughts heard
yearnings
desires
goals
sweet memories
sweeter faces
and another pull of my comforter
closes the lid
trapping complacence
onto me
where the eyes fall like a feather
shut
where the cold air continues to wail
furiously
frustrated, to no avail
nothing more than mere wind, I think..
Snug deep in content,
I fall sound asleep. . .
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