Oh the warmth
Of the morning
Sun
Upon my back
In the early
****** of a
December lullaby

This early morning
A Crayola box
Of one hundred
Exploded into the universe
More then one
Versions of
Pinks and yellows
Blues and purples
And oranges
What an awesome
Sight
Awaited me
As first I peeked
Through the
Slitted blinds
And upon pulling
The blinds
The Master's Peace
Appeared

Funny how you can
Tell the moon
Is full
Even with the
Blinds closed
Radiance of light
Can't help but
Shimmy their way
Through the slits
But you feel it
First
Like someone is
Looking over you
And you look.up
And a beautiful
Snow colored oval
Stares back at you
Perhaps with a
Knowing smile

the leaves are
disappearing

intersecting
naked branches

some thick
some thin

extend in
every direction

why do we
prepare for

winter by
removing

our coverings
and exposing

our skeletons
to everyone

are we not
as vulnerable

as you

Afraid of the dark
And even my
Own shadow
Dogs that bite
Bees that sting
Being rejected
Again and again
Afraid of the cold
And even the rain
Afraid afraid  
Afraid