December Morning

 

On this December morning,

I roll to my side

my foot peeks out from underneath the blanket

as the cold bites my toes.

Retracting from the chill

your warm sigh

breathes out comfort onto my neck.

I feel the bristle of your beard

brush against my neck

as you pull me in to soak up my warmth.

My eyes open with a glimpse of light

as I stare out the window

watching the elegance of each snowflake

flutter to the white blanket that lies on the ground.

They see you lying so still

on this cold December morning.

The light wakes you,

your tired blue eyes

stare back at my tousled hair and pale skin

and they smile

on this cold Decmber morning.

This moment is quiet and still

like the waves frozen on the shore.

The curl of your lips meet mine

on this perfect December morning.