Poem by R.M. Dolin, January 11, 2024
Winter Morning
The bleak winter storm
beats against my window as
wind swept snow insists on
being let inside. Pulling heavy blankets
over my head, I beg the clock
for five more minutes.
The coldness of my morning
amplifies the loneliness of my life,
which seems more present in
the grey infinity of fast falling snow.
I do not yield to misplaced melancholy,
because I know, no matter how harsh
and uncaring the world I wake up in may seem,
someone somewhere is thinking
fondly of me, and it fills my heart
with warm rays of sunshine.
Written while staring out my kitchen window as I make morning coffee and think fondly of the woman I love, wondering if she thinks fondly of me.
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