poeming on a tuesday


[untitled because snow]

morning has eased into afternoon,
no words written, only photos.
morning has eased into afternoon,
having had a bath, chapters read
music listened to, coffee downed.
morning has eased into afternoon,
this dreary february day, cold
seeping in to my bones.
morning has eased into afternoon,
while slowly i eased into waking
gathering layers to keep me warm,
waiting for spring to erupt.