I awoke this morning
With the wind touching my face
A cool breeze waking me up,
As if shards of ice were blowing kisses. 
Touching my face, eyes, shoulders;
anywhere the warm flannel sheets forgot to protect
The morning light urges my eyes 
to open and I realize the windows
were left up to let the breezes in
Wrapping a sheet around me,
I shiver from the cool crisp air
And walk to the bench by the window 
Humming birds are practicing a duet
Such a beautiful sound to wake up to. 
The wind blows thru my hair 
And kisses my eyes. 
Good morning she says. 
Good morning ...