1.18

pale ring-bound moon

through snow tipped

early morning branches

greets like a fairy dell

tale on my walk to the

morning paper.

drifted soft snow pits

over my pajama bottoms

but no mind. the first

cup of coffee in the

rocking chair will solve

all.

daily news, others views

just a reason to say a

prayer and greet the day,

appreciative for the slow

rise of my mind to the

gifts of gratitude.

the dog snuffles for his

first meal, my love still

snoozing quietly above,

i put the kettle on and unload

the dishes. soon we will

gather our wits for the day.

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