Rallentanda
Friday, July 29, 2016
For The Weekend
Saturday Winter Morning
i sit here looking out
at that cloud
which has been changing shape
all morning
the rose petals drop
on to the silver tray
the jacaranda tree is perfectly still
i crumple the ' to do ' list in my hand
listening to rufus and clattering
coming from the kitchen
smells of coffee and toast
waft my way
i cannot get out of bed
i have made all of this
far too comfortable
created a monumental temptation
to thwart any constructive activity
even if the fire alarm went off
i doubt if i could drag myself
from the warmth
of my fur rugs and soft pillows
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Hello> Those days when you can't get out of bed, sheer bliss. But then somehow the guilt takes over "oh maybe I should be doing such and such". Certainly conveyed that chilled feeling.
ReplyDeleteI could happily hibernate for the entire winter. It seems such a natural thing to do. Must be the koala bear genes:)
ReplyDeleteI quite like getting up and doing things in the morning. But central heating plays a big part in that. I hope you get more than just the smells of coffee and toast!
ReplyDeleteInner city people tend to be night owls! Cheerful energetic morning folk are not seen much in these parts:)
ReplyDeleteHang on; isn't that what we are supposed to do on Saturday?
ReplyDeletethat winter is dancing with glee is evident here...in a summer country (where i stay) like ours winter is a dream to enjoy....
ReplyDeletethe rose petals drop
ReplyDeleteon to the silver tray
the jacaranda tree is perfectly still
Beautiful images... !!!
My Sunday morning was quite the same, when I woke to a miserable wintery day...definitely one to stay in bed and crumple the to-do list.
ReplyDeletecrumple was the word I was looking for...Thanks:)
DeleteI slept in this morning as the rain lulled me further into dreams. You have captured the feeling well.
ReplyDeletelazy daze in bed, lovely
ReplyDeleteIt sounds very comfy indeed, especially as you are, I believe, in winter now, the proper time for fur rugs and soft pillows, with which my room abounds.
ReplyDeleteI really like the whole poem, but this is my favorite section:
ReplyDelete"which has been changing shape
all morning
the rose petals drop
on to the silver tray
the jacaranda tree is perfectly still"
I love those days when the weather dictates my mood for cuddling, warmth and immobility. Hope you enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteI did indeed ! And we are having a long weekend here in NSW so more of the same today:)
DeleteIt sounds idyllic! And beautifully described. :) I think a day of rest and self-indulgence is also a constructive activity!
ReplyDeleteYes! Waking in the morning is all I need for a good day :)
ReplyDeleteZQ
I enjoyed the reading with a smile.