The Early Morning Wind Poem by Carolyn Sears

I awaken this morning

The wind was a bit crisp

I had nothing to do

So I snuggle under my

Warm blanket and began

To get an extra nod..

It felt as if the wind had

Extra fingers the way he

Strummed through my

Hair..

He sang my song with

Style..

This perfect stranger of

Whom I never meet..

But he knew my life as if he

Was,

Reading me from a book..

It made stand and take notice

This perfect stranger knew

Me so well,

Leaving me flushed, wanting

Him to finish..

And move on his way...

The wind was a bit crisp..

As I snuggle under my warm
Blanket...

To get an extra nod...