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