I. Before Waking
I wake to find the sky withheld from dawn,
A winter hush that seals the blankets warm,
Our bodies pressed in one familiar form,
While rain pulls back the light as if redrawn.
The city stills beneath this muted rest,
And folds the morning round our quiet nest.
II. Sleeping In
Hear how the rain taps gently on the pane,
A tender rhythm calling you in close,
Where breath and warmth return us to repose,
As morning tints the curtain once again.
The street lies hushed beneath its softened sweep,
The world held just for us, suspended—deep.
III. After Rising
Now morning settles in its steady light,
Yet shadows on the sheets persuade us stay,
Our breath still woven where the blankets sway,
As warmth clings softly to the fading night.
The city stirs; the day prepares begin,
But we keep something of this hush within.