Pondering winter mornings

I hold warmth in my hands
With the brewing silence as I look through the window

Nothing but the silence and the familiar scent of coffee
With the crisp cold and skeletal trees
And winter skies
Flowing memory that holds me through countless awakenings
The past has always wandered through my mind at these times
Even though, like old pictures...it is soft and faded...

What is there left of this world but these moments?

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

You have a nice style!

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Beautiful!...Yes..it is these moments that give a meaning to life...that lend strength to go forward...You describe the winter perfectly..."With the crisp cold and skeletal trees And winter skies" lovely image.....the whole piece is simply brilliant...