Snowy Sunday

Nice! An extra day off

I feel surprised and a bit confused, cause I’ve just woken up

Soft through the fingers, warm in the bottom, as I touch my hair  

It’s like thrums playing very fast, when I walk down the stairway

Bitter, sour, burns on the thong, as I eat the grapefruit for breakfast

Krrrrau krrrrau, was the sound, as I walk over the snow  

It’s a not feeling sensation, when I freeze like hell  

I feel empty inside, when it’s white all around me

The ice car coming, was the sight I missed the most

Flowers and mowed grass, was the smell I missed the most

Louise Gildsig