Keepsake

November has it quiet charm

Nip in the air, yet has warmth of sun 

Days brief, yet mornings zealous

A soft doorway to winter fellas 

Morning light so tender, tries

Through drawn Curtains, it slips, sighs!

A few enthusiastic rays strech out to play

Pillow begs and says "stay, stay"

Eyes shut tight, I resist 

I snuggle inside the duvet's winter mist

Winter mornings whisper, sleep! 

The world can wait, you sleep

Shuffle and rustle break the silence

I turn around still sleepy shut 

Giggles rise, faint at first then clear 

I finally open my eyes

Two pair of eyes, one small one big 

Two faces, joy drawing closer

Infinite moment of bliss, pure delight

My keepsake, carved in morning light