Upon Awakening
Johanna M. Geiger
I listened to you snore for twenty minutes
touched your hair and earlobe, then cascaded down the stairs.
Saturday mornings are meant for silent contemplation,
good coffee and lazy showers.
While our world is covered in a light snow blanket I wonder if
the lilacs will bloom and if the little one will survive.
It is easy to make warm weather promises
when the world is cocooned in quiet winter.
