Winter Slow

In the morning 

I could ask myself 

how I want to feel 

but there is no ‘want to’ yet. 

That will come 

as surely as light filters 

through the blinds. 

Softly, winter slow and 

as quiet as my cat 

padding across my bed. 

“You can only come to the morning through the shadows.”

~ J.R.R.Tolkien