anywhere but here

I want to pull up the covers

and pretend

I didn't see the white stuff

outside my window.

Falling
softly,

cascading
and drifting,

but it's far
too
early.

My mind drifts
to the otherwhite stuff.

Hot
under my toes,

shimmering
next to ocean blue.

Calling me
to sit a spell

and contemplate
the sounds & smells.

Too many clothes to don today.

While my mind
wanders

instead

to a place

far away.

~JF