COLD CHILL MORNING OF WINTER

The cold morning hours

Laziness creeps into the minds 

While still buried in the warm blankets 

The comforters resist the cold winds

The thoughts of doing anything 

Brings shivers to the bones 

The mind becomes a stubborn child 

Resists any thought to rise and carry on the chores. 

A rival with the mind is as strong as with a giant 

I could win the world of evil 

Quicker than the time it takes to convince the mind 

To get back to the accustomed day

The chill shivers, 

The thought of water 

Forces the mind to stay back and await 

for a cup of warm coffee. 

Even more complicated is the task 

of wearing those warm heavy garments 

Carrying oneself with ease 

and glide as a feathery bird..

-Adeline Barbara Dvaz