As I slowly awake from a good nights sleep
I set my drowsy focus on the quiet and calm,
so I brew good coffee and adjust my mind
quietly starting my day in effortless peace.
My outside world is now a snow flakey quiet
a clear cold view of the winters stronghold
over everything and everyone in it’s realm
a grip of power shown, not easily released.
Still, the cold quiet of today’s Sunday morn
is better than yesterday’s storm and snow
bearing down with thunder and lightning
angrily berating all who did venture outside.
A.G. Munson
