Slumbered and nestled up in my bedroom dress
The Open Window calls to me, the brilliance of blue skies mesmerize
Cynicism melts away, as a warm mug of coffee brings nostalgia & hope
Opposite to the senses, the morning breathes cold & crisp, nipping naked ears
Caffeine floods veins of life, the third eye flutters open, irises flashing uniquely
I am christened by the early morning dew, mini flowers wear rain drops as hats
Gentle, invisible spider webs loom in the soft, unseen breeze
Pine's quirky scent registers igniting childhood wonder, (inviting pure freedom from then)
The cardinals chrip echoes of pomp and grace, resonating red display of feathers
A pinecone rests nice & neat, high above the canopy, just below the suns glory
Warmth of a furry friend rests underfoot as the Smoke slowly stirs my brain
Shuffled thoughts disassemble, I disassociate into the memories like climbing into a kaleidoscope...