Tender Awakening

I wake early to a certain stillness that can’t quite
be placed, though it tugs my mind with echoes
of the past. Usually the sounds of cars and children’s
laughter occupies this space of morning.

After a few minutes; curiosity gets the better of me.
I must understand this quietude, so drastically different
from the symphony that lulled me to sleep.

I unfurl my cocoon - stand and pull aside heavy
damask drapes, and peer through partially fogged glass.

A bright new world awaits my eyes: draped in pristine
trappings of whitest ermine- sequins glitter atop, adorn
fluffy folds. Silver skies touched by a hint of mellow glow
blends deftly, adding depth and hue- transforming the
glade into a festive layer cake patiently waiting to be
nibbled on.

I sigh, embracing change- smiling-
with the tender awakening of winter’s splendor.

 

Author's Note

All thoughts are welcome.

Reviews

[An Open Venue]

You have captured well the first snow and the comfortable silence evoked. makes me wish for snow despite the shoveling :)

Ven

[Pamela A. Lamppa]

Winter splendor. Nice nice nice. There is something truly special about a first snow. Nice to see your work here my friend. ~Pamela

[robert]

An excellent word painting of yet another new day, with very descriptive verse.

[Donna DeLong Matthews a..]

A bright new world awaits my eyes: draped in pristine
trappings of whitest ermine- sequins glitter atop, adorn
fluffy folds. Silver skies touched by a hint of mellow glow
blends deftly, adding depth and hue- transforming the
glade into a festive layer cake patiently waiting to be
nibbled on.


This was so awesome you mentally took me to my favorite
place at sunrise at the oceans edge where each morning
you see a new masterpiece painted my The Masters Hand

This was truly wonderful.

Hugs
Donna

[Aspiring Angel]

Hi Sandy,

Welcome to the Writer's Cafe. I think you are going to love it here. I loved your opening write. Your name and words seem familure to me. Have we met somewhere before now?

I will look forward to reading more of your work as you post.

Blessings,
Lesa