The Mind Of Winter

NPR

Some mornings hold no philosophy.
The questing mind needs a nap.

Time recedes into what it is, and
a cup of coffee out imports being.
Cigars are cigars. Cats only feline.
The puzzled world appears at peace.
Entropy goes off on a still holiday.
Good and evil go on beyond beyond.
God attends her non-human events.
The color orange suffices entirely.
Incoherence just makes plain sense.

It is winter. Winter ever a slow go.
Curl into a comfortable, quiet ball.
Do not question warmth’s illusion.

Relax into this merger of moment.

Other mornings maybe other questions.

Not every itch requires a scratch.

Sometimes enough really must be.