Falling

Soft

I laugh,

poking my head outta

 the soft blanket.

Today feels.....

Soft.

The way the 

soft laught pours 

from my window,

gently  tickling my skin.

Warming it a little.

And I giggle.

Rolling around 

on my bed  joyfully.

The soft holo of frizz

around my head.

My curls a mess from sleep.

Sticking out in 

every way.

I stare at my dog,

seeing her white curls the same way.

And smile at her too,

'cause I feel like it.

And it seems like she smiles back,

just as brighty as I did.

The soft blurr 

of everything before i 

put on my glasses.

Almost glowing

beautifully in the early light.

Almost saying,

"Good morning honey."

The soft sun

glowing pinkish orange.

The clouds glowing lavander

tints of pink and blue behind.

The ravens flying over

the beautiful scenery.

Making it breath taking.

Stealing my breath

just for a second.

I smile once more at

the beauty before turning away.

The softness 

in my voice.

Softly singing to myself and Roxanne.

Walking down the soft carpet stairs

under my barefeet.

Softly,

trying not to wake anyone.

It seems to

wake the house up a bit.

I go outside,

my breath showing in the

morning air.

"Mornin' Beautiful,

how ya doin'?"

I say to the sun.

Smiling before going 

back inside.

Soft steam rises from the keatle.

Telling me my water is boiling.

The soft ribbons

of crimson red lemon tea.

Starts to float in my mug.

Dark against light.

A beautiful comparasion

in itself.

Crimson against clear.

The soft feather like

grains of sugar falling in.

The soft ~ping!~ 

of metal against glass.

The soft sigh

from the world.

Everthing just seems so.....

Soft.

I sip my tea.

Softly sighing 

at the beauty of the world.

Soft

petals falling from branches.

Today

must be the Earth 

sleeping.

Wrapping us in a blanket

of softness.