03 December 2010

Banishing Winter

She lies huddled under blankets
in somber pre-dawn gloom
listening to the rattle
of winter rain on glass
and bursts of arctic air
wrestling to get in.

She turns to one side
burrows deeper into warmth
and sees the shell
on the table by the bed
she reaches out
brings it to her ear.

She lies huddled under blankets
in pre-dawn winter gloom
listening to the clement splash of surf
against exotic white-hot sand
and grey gulls bartering
over blue sky acreage.

And for a moment,
winter banished.


  1. Is this one about me? ;-)

  2. Well, it could be, sister Shari the island woman :-) In reality, its about my morning.