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the cold sun doth shine, the breeze is cool
while a bright winters morning goes drifting by
as the sun starts to rise above the misty horizon
crocuses and snowdrops straining for the time to feel
new years warming daylight, and the crisp morning dew
as they strain against the earth to explode into life
fields and lanes covered in silken sheets of white snow
the frost glistening and sparkling, reflecting the light

while the world is awaking to see this beautiful sight
and as dawn breaks birds start to sing their sweet songs
trilling with delight and seeking attention of a new mate
this as the moon fades and the stars return to their world
to wait until the twilight hour to reappear and shine
to linger in the night sky, as though hung on twine
there to be stared at in wonderment and awe
allowing dreams and imagination run wild and run free
while dawn brings the light rolling in to the world
and all the time i am alone in bed sleeping soundly
snuggled under the covers is where i belong
as warm as toast, drifting and dreaming away
wishing this could be a place to stay all day
but reality comes along to spoil the mood
bloody alarm clock through the window it nearly did make
so now my body i must from the duvet made casket extrude
and with a smile must rise to welcome the new day
remembering the visions of the night time malaise
the kettle goes on to make some tea, a lovely brew
giving my mind a chance to clear the mist of sleep
and as it does the fog of the days rituals in does creep.
i already miss that soft cozy place i had to leave
where the covers act as a barrier to fend of the world
child like reactions to pull them over head
to keep out the things that threaten to spoil my space
visions of sun drenched beaches, and a lover maybe
content and happy, oh well we will wait and see
but now i have to face the world as it comes to life
with a smile and grace i will enjoy the routines anew
knowing that before long i can return to that place where
i can go, and dream of things so pure and so bright
deeper and deeper i go with the fading of the light
but until then and after my tea, i must venture out
and see, travel buddies, friends and colleagues
share experiences of life, to laugh and sometimes cry
another day another dollar, so the saying goes
and another day full of new experiences i suppose
with heart and cheer i raise my cup to the gods above
hoping today is not the day they my number comes up
so i may enjoy what life doth bring, with hope and love
both to spare and the opportunity for me to give and share
to meet my fellow beings and give their souls a lift
and make people smile and enjoy what is there to see
and hopefully allow them to join in the slender of being alive.

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