Winter’s Lane

I decided to pull this poem from my 2012 archives
and dedicate it to my friends whose lives are
abundantly snowy. 🙂 
Waking up to white blankets
of snow each morning 
sounds breathtaking, but
I know it can take a toll. So I wish my friends in
frozen lands much warmth from the sun when it
does peek through, staying focused on the arrival of
spring in another month and remember, cuddling
is also good for warming the heart.

Whispering wind
Biting mountain air

Slushy footsteps
in laden boots
Sunbeams peeking
through cotton ball clouds
Shoulders touching
Parkas rubbing
Gloved hands holding
Red noses lead
icy cold to the touch
Eyelash icicles
forming in fantasy
Faces stinging
to wind’s embrace
Snowy ornaments
in towering trees
White blankets
on the ground
Glorious beauty
all around

Lauren Scott © 2012
(Stay warm & safe)

Morning (re-post)

A little past dawn
light invites itself
streaming through
the window
Feeling the stare
my eyes open
only to realize
night has bid farewell
Dreading
getting out of bed
and the biting cold
when toes
touch the floor

I pull the covers
over my head

Bodies warm
and cozy, a
duet
all snuggly

lying next
to my hubby

Daybreak can wait
I’m not willing
to greet
the chilling
hour
just yet

LScott © 2012

Sorry for another oldie, but thanks for reading again,
if you’ve already seen this. I’ve been busy
working on another project and haven’t had
time to write. Wishing you all a wonderful
evening or day, wherever you may be. ♥

MORNING

A little past dawn
Light invites itself
streaming through
the window
Feeling the stare
my eyes open
only to realize
night has bid farewell
Dreading
getting out of bed
and the biting cold
when toes touch the floor
I pull the covers over my head
Bodies warm and cozy
A duet, all snuggly
lying next to my hubby
Daybreak can wait
I’m not willing
to greet
the chilling
hour
just yet

© LScott 2012