Snowy Morning
Wake
gently this morning
to a different day.
Listen.
There is no
bray of buses,
no brake growls,
no sirens howls and
no horns
blow.
There is only
the silence
of a city
hushed
by snow.
- Lilian Moore, The Golden Book of Poems for the Very Young
We were kissed by the Snow Queen this morning. Awaking to more snow, swirling around in big fat flakes, like we were living inside a snow globe being shaken up. I love these mornings!
I am off to make a warming cup of hot chocolate and take my "lambiekin" clad feet back to bed for awhile to just enjoy the morning's peace...
(Snow Queen Image by Angela Barrett)
