Cloudy skies peek in from the window

Through the wispy white curtains

Fluttering and flailing against the chilly wind

that prompts the change in seasons, Winter is certain.

Limbs tangle carelessly ,cozying against the warmth it exudes;

With groggy eyes and strawberry scented bed hair.

Soft lips and strong arms interwine over me;

as a sigh slips off my breath without a care.

His chest rises and falls rhythmically in sync,

Against the chaotic silence of the winter winds.

I breath in the scent of a fresh December morning,

Contentment coloring the air, I feel my heart brimming.

–December Mornings-/1-Dec-2020