#1676-Gratitude
03/03/2022
Early morning,
But still dark.
Feels lonely and cold,
With no one around.
Turn on the light,
Make a fire,
Shudder, to wake up.
Thoughts are muddled,
Still asleep, or simply frozen.
Coffee slowly brews,
Taking a while.
The tulips hang their heads,
Bowing to coldness, and time.
Look inside one,
Imagine a summer sun, and
The glowing warmth.
Drooping tulips,
A crackling fire,
Coffee, and time.
What a beautiful morning,
To be alive.
