Spring Morning

Drawn to comfort
I cling to warmth yet sleeping
Not ready to throw off the blankets
Or move my head from it's place on the pillow.

Not moving, my hair strewn out around me
And sunlight spilling on my face from the open window
The crisp new wind drifts in uninvited
Bringing with it scents of morning dew and honeysuckle.

Still cool, as called by the season
Sun not fully risen
Birds twitter, hopping from branch to branch.

I take in all with the first breath of the morning
And wake refreshed to a new day.

- Carly Floyd
3/30/09