on this cold winter morning
with one foot pointing toward spring
I am still, wrapped in blankets
hot coffee in my hand
poetry meditation playing
to help me enter into
this new morning
with an open heart
and open mind
part of me wants to go back to sleep
to delay the day
until the sun rises
and warms the earth
and the other half
is restless to begin
with words spilling forth
onto the page
and a heart waking
to possibilities
