I must have pulled the blanket up during the night
the one weighted on me past dawn, hugging, holding
clinging oh-let-me-stay my shawl to the window
where it continues over road and hedge and cars
as the heavy white laid down while I slept deeply.
I love these moments of unbroken mood, textured
in every substance, drenching all in mystery.
I float in it down the stairs to slow motion morning
routines and see even the minute and second
hands of time dancing to its warm and loving grace.
Knowing this blanket will melt into the daytime
I drink deeply, beaming thank you into pale day.Posted for Poets United Poetry Pantry #236
Somewhat influenced by Brian's MeetingTheBar: Breaking & Entering at dVerse Poets Pub, playing with 6-feet in an unrhymed sonnet.
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast
Oh you have captured the stillness of deep sleep and waking to a world blanketed in white.....lovely writing, Susan. I love this one!
ReplyDeleteoh nice... i love the mood of this... and love the pic as well... both with such a peaceful atmosphere
ReplyDeletesmiles....i wish another blanket would fall....maybe tuesday they say...and i could sleep in....
ReplyDeletei slept so good last night as well....there are def days that i wish i could just stay under
the heavy blankets....
A good sleep is heavenly! Never a better moment to savor than that! Wonderful write Susan!
ReplyDeleteHank
There is something about a warm blanket, whether metaphorical or actual. And sometimes a person really does want to carry that warm blanket with them throughout the day!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a perfect way to wake unless you have to head out on the road for some reason. Better stay a while a wake properly.
ReplyDeleteBroken it may be, but a lovely sonnet to read Susan ~ And as it is cold outside, I am snuggling under blanket now ~
ReplyDeleteGrace
intense... as if in slow motion... you expressed the moments well
ReplyDeleteit can be nice to snuggle inside as you watch the blanket outside...
ReplyDeleteBeaming thank you... the ideal way to start a day. This poem offers a glimpse through gauze. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely way to wake--and still feel that pull toward warmth and sleep--beautifully written Susan!
ReplyDeleteThere definitely are days where I could use a blanket such as that.
ReplyDeletethe first time i experience this, i was scared - i thought how can i go to work.
ReplyDeletethe atmosphere you painted in your poem reminded of that particular moment.
Beautiful imagery of the blanket of snow on the outside while we sleep deep, warm and snuggled inside.
ReplyDeleteAh, to stay under the warm blankets as the snow softly falls and blankets the earth. Knowing the sun will eventually melt the layers.
ReplyDelete'beaming thank you into pale day' .... made me smile
ReplyDeleteI don't know snow, but this has a lovely atmosphere, both comfortable and comforting.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful view from your window There is a lovely peace and contentment about this poem It reminds me of the first time I woke up to a snowscape...I remember the stillness and everything magically transformed into beauty with that white frosting.
ReplyDeleteOne of your best.
PS
I left you a message on Jae Rose...I think my computer has been hacked.
Splendid poem of gratitude. It fills me with quiet and warmth on a cold morning!
ReplyDeleteLove the flow of the first stanza, and the image of blanket... Sometimes I too slow down the morning, another - jump in vertical mood....Love
ReplyDeleteThose wonderful half awake but still relaxed moments are so wonderful...lovely window to snuggle in front of too!
ReplyDeletelovely use of metaphor, a really nice poem
ReplyDeletehave a good week; oh and thank you for stopping over to read mine
much love...
Your words convey a very serene atmosphere. There is something very peaceful and comforting about a blanket of snow after a snow fall.
ReplyDeleteI have an alpaca throw that pulls me into night and only reluctantly lets me go in the morning. Wonderful write...
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Blanket of snow - I always felt mother Earth slept well with a blanket as I do.Smiles..
ReplyDeleteSound like someone I know.
ReplyDeleteyou totally pulled me into this atmosphere...i found myself there, perhaps mid-morning, slow drizzle of snow outside the window, reluctant to leave my warm space.
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