Lying in bed, head deep under,
the covers folded so it’s dark
and warm, and just a thread of
fresh air creeps in through a
slim wrinkle. A pillow carefully
crushed to cradle my neck just
so, sleeping dogs warm the length
of my spine. Outside the wind
pushes fast and loud; the winter
tree twists and sways and slaps
back; branches in an angry wrestle.
Agitated twigs clatter and snap,
but deep below crevices in the bark,
past rings of age, the heartwood
eases out a restful sigh. Roots
hold steady, let the cold wind run.
The very best description of the very best sleep a human can have. At least in my book.
No wonder bears hibernate.
Living in Texas, it’s a rare experience. Your words put me there. I can feel the weight of the quilt….
It was delicious! Thank you.
The very best description of the very best sleep a human can have. At least in my book.
No wonder bears hibernate.
Living in Texas, it’s a rare experience. Your words put me there. I can feel the weight of the quilt….
Lovely poem to the wintry worldā„ļø I think Iāll build a fire. Thank you for your words and images Anna!?
Thanks for reading along, Sharon.
I have a friend fortunate enough to be wintering in Panama during a very bitterly cold Virginia winter season. She sends me āSorry youāre so coldā emails. My latest reply:
āNo flies
No mowing the lawn
No pulling weeds
No using the weed whacker
Life is good!ā
And, Being where my critters are is where itās at!!
Yup. The weather was great Down Under, too.
Your blogs always strike a chord within me. This one is especially timely as I take a deep breath in the final sentence. Thank you.
Janice
Thank you, Janice. I think breathing is an art form of its own.
Thank you Anna. Your beautiful words calm my soul.
Thanks, Dawn. Best wishes.
Lovely!
thank you!
Lovely!
thank you!
Timely and so personally relevant. Cold wind blew all night. One schnauzer under the covers and his two sisters on top of covers. All safe from what blew outside. You described it perfectly.
Yup, we slept through the same night. I cut out the stanza about the terrier mix who digs under the covers. Not you though! š Jean, you crack me up.