Friday, November 23, 2012

morning thoughts

the morning chill
has me toasting my feet
by the fire (okay, it's a space heater)
but i can dream, right?

blue jays wake the others,
too early —
(even the doves are grumpy)
and planes drone lazily overhead,
in the clouds above the pines.

the pine tree has a dying branch.
it isn't sad, though —
it's going out blazing fire.

i like that.




8 comments:

Jodi said...

Perhaps someday you can come and toast your feet in front of my fireplace, and we could have tea and long chats. Wouldn't that be nice?

Deb Colarossi said...

blazing fire . exactly.

Happy Thanksgiving weekend to you Leslie.
And love.

Always love.

Jolie said...

I could completely picture what I was reading, love how you capture the view with words :) Nice!

♥ w o o l f ♥ said...

see, i can sniff all of that from here. .. imagination runs riot.
n♥

Jennifer Richardson said...

i like the way
you painted that
with your words
and that your heart
could appreciate the magic
in the simple everydayness:)
thanks for the beautiful share,
Jennifer

S. Etole said...

a cozy scene with a warm heart ...

fuoriborgo.com said...

nice circle!

Beth said...

Wonderful poetry---glad to see it coming out again!
Esp. like that line about the branch going out in a blazing fire--I can see it and yes, even smell it. Excellent!