I want to pull up the covers
and pretend
I didn't see the white stuff
outside my window.
Falling
softly,
softly,
cascading
and drifting,
and drifting,
but it's far
too
early.
too
early.
My mind drifts
to the otherwhite stuff.
to the otherwhite stuff.
Hot
under my toes,
under my toes,
shimmering
next to ocean blue.
next to ocean blue.
Calling me
to sit a spell
to sit a spell
and contemplate
the sounds & smells.
the sounds & smells.
Too many clothes to don today.
While my mind
wanders
wanders
instead
to a place
far away.
~JF
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