Breaking Day

Morning breaks gently,

As late winter’s sleepy sunrise

Streams eagerly through my window.

The cold night is curtailed;

My bedroom warmed from the outside.


Peace abides in me, solitary;

Silent and unmoving, undisturbed.

The choice is mine to be free,

In this instant and all that follow,

To warm myself from the inside.

Winter’s Coat

Interminable flurry,
Conceals the city,
Composes the streets.
Dense and insulating,
Worn by the outdoors.

All becomes soundless,
But for the tinkle of snowflakes
On top of frozen depths.
Winter’s coat warms me,
Like the glow of moonlight’s reflection.