Unseasonable by Soulez
Feb 25, 2017 · 1 min read
- Before retiring
- I open the window
- so to hear the babbling waters,
- my lullaby,
- played by the beaver’s dam
- Sleep comes quickly
- As I inhale the warm night air
- To the rhythmic beat of the woodpecker ,
- the early birds’ song,
- and the gentle ring of chimes
- I waken easily,
- Breathe in the morning air
- still warm.
- I rise
- and open more windows,
- reminding myself
- winter remains.
Originally published at cowbird.com.
