I awaken to the sound
Of morning music:
Your deep, soothing voice
Singing in the shower
Songs of spring
On this cold winter’s morn'
I lay awake - if only by degrees
Listening, cherishing, comforted by
These perfect, simple moments
In the early light of dawn
I see snowflakes begin to fall
Through the frosted window pane
The blizzard has just begun
I smell the cold air:
Fresh and crisp and clean,
Which you carried in
Upon your arrival
Now I hear you moving through the house
Soft, gentle... as not to wake
Firewood: crackling, popping –
I can almost feel the heat
Then you are here with me
Wrapping yourself around me,
Pulling me into you
Entwining your legs within mine
Kissing the back of my neck
As we both drift off to sleep
Raymond J Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-drove-all-night/
