Thursday Morning Contemplation

Sestina

From my window I watched dawn reveal the grey
infinity from which the rain poured down.
Yesterday evening through the morning ,
a pitter-patter called from outside-
but in my bedroom I was warm,
much unlike the rage-filled clouds

overhead. Steam burst from the coffee pot. A cloud
of moisture settled around the inner rim of the grey
mug as I gently stirred the last of the sugar into the warm
drink. Waiting on breakfast, I sat down
on the sofa and glanced outside.
What a quiet morning.

I was by myself once again this morning,
but as always my ever-wandering, cloudy
thoughts drifted back to you, as if you were waiting outside
just for me. When it rained you wore your grey
cable-knit sweater. I would envelope myself in a down
blanket and there we'd be- together and warm.

But I don't need you today; I am my own warmth.
I often lose myself in the solitude of the morning,
hypnotized by the drizzle that falls perpetually down.
For hours I watch what looks like what long cloud
roll endlessly to the grey
horizon. Outside,

the earth dampens, squishing underfoot. Outside,
the wind chill freezes all that is already far from warm.
Inside, the beige walls and grey
marble counter tops fill with the coziness of the morning.
Coffee's steam the only cloud,
the revitalizing shower the only water pouring down.

But the beauty of the storm- rain sliding into the creek, flowing down-
stream. The wind throwing October leaves everywhere outside...
It's a much milder scene than the approaching black thunderclouds.
Those flying leaves the only warmth
of the storm. This morning
is smothered in whites and greys.

I wish I could soar with the grey clouds
in the warmth, freeze, and thaw of the outside.
On a morning like this, I would never come down.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem my friend.
"But I don't need you today; I am my own warmth.
I often lose myself in the solitude of the morning,
hypnotized by the drizzle that falls perpetually down.
For hours I watch what looks like what long cloud
roll endlessly to the grey
horizon. Outside,"
The above lines are my favorite. The poem felt like a secret visit into someone personal thoughts. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote