Morning Blanket of Frost

          The hints of sunlight open the day. Spreading
a blanket of frost across the fields. Clarity of the
stinging striking against a pale form decorated in
softest whites.

        Ah thank you Jehovah for my wake up call.
The good morning kisses upon my high cheekbones, over
my messy coppers and down upon my bare, rigid bones.

      So joyful of a day. Cold but welcoming. The push
of strength placed upon a dream. A warm hello inside
my mind. One that is just waiting to caress the wind.

     So slight is the exhale that is released. Giggles begin
to form and tiny ripples play melodies across my
soul. Letting the spirit increase the happiness.

    Small pieces of a bounce take off. Smiles replay
sounds of silliness. Ah indeed a good morning today.

    Closely I wonder but certain is my prayer. Detailed
but plenty of room to work with. So my dear friend, I
hope you are well. If not I hope today is a relaxing
day of rest and smiles.

    A smile entertains the morning light. Take care
dear friend.