A Morning Lasts Forever - Winter Poetry

Have you ever woken up a morning after a rainy night. Just imagine the cold chill of that morning, how the cold effectively wraps you up in the comfort of your bed. If you had looked out through the window, you would have seen the thin frost, the fog and the dew. At that moment, did you wish for this majic to end? did you want the sun to break through? or did you want the cold to last forever?

A Morning Lasts Forever

Silence surrounded the atmosphere,
A beautiful formless quietness,
Sparse showers of dew,
Clouded the breaking dawn,
Delaying the sun for a few more hours.

In the distance,
a dog walks its blind owner.
The park's flowers relish the
Wetness of their leaves.
A beautiful melody escapes the
Wind's chilly lips.

In all of its whiteness and beauty,
The shekeleke Bird perches on the
Fence, the flowers and the wet ground.
The snakes lay hidden in the warmth
Of their holes.
The chameleon turns the weather's colour.

My bed envelopes me in its warmth.
I take off a minute to kneel and look
Through the window to see the first
Ray of the fiery sun,
Breaking through our thick frost.
Nothing good lasts forever,
nay, nothing at all does.

Written by,

Onyeoziri Favour.

Poet, writter, blogger.

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