Morning, before the sun’s break
Heater’s rumbling like thunder when I arise
Dry and bleary-eyed
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I trudge through the laundry crowded hall
Flip on a light, try not to fall
Coffee steams my senses awake
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Shuffling about the kitchen
In search of warmth and nutrition
Dawn’s rays pierce the treeline
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Pink and lavender backlight
Fills me with delight
The thrill of falling snow catches hold
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Drawn from daily duties
Eyes raised in silent reverie
Dancing in the white wind
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Crystals forming on their journey from heaven
Grace my head, anointing me with innocence
Each angelic jewel a metaphor for human existence
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Weightless and otherworldly
These flakes could swirl on eternally
Floating and bounding joyfully on the breeze
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At last, numb are nose, ears, and cheeks
I make one last angel and head for the gate
Burrowing into blankets, the storm to out-wait
K.B. Phillips
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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