#1676-Gratitude

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.