rare morning

the sun peeks over the pines
and the man 
with the red beard
rises and dresses himself
half asleep 
and grabs the shovel.
outside the world is blanketed
with white crystal powder,
i cocoon myself further 
beneath the plum covers,
trying to trap the last remaining 
body heat.
We have been hibernating for weeks,
mostly a rich time
filled with laughter,
good quality face time,
lots of checker playing.
lots. of. checkers.
school cancellations,
the black tar on the roads
are nowhere to be seen.
an angel arrived 
in his red plow truck
the boy and I watched him transfer
the berms of snow out of our 
driveway
and repeat the skilled movements
down the street
with every one else's homes too,
all while they were away
or asleep.
but today is a new day.
a call to order and structure
as much as i have enjoyed 
the clock slowing down,
i am ready 
for some order.
I climb the carpeted stairs
and greet the bright eyed boy
with morning kisses.
I assist him with buttons and socks
and grab the fuzzy pj'd baby girl
along the the way.
we head downstairs
and i prepare breakfast.
[normally around this time
i would still be holed up 
in the luxurious bed]
coffee beans are ground down,
english muffins are slathered with peanut butter
and i casually check the time.
the boy has no school cancellation today
[still, i would be nowhere near
parted with my electric blanket]
but this morning, 
i am cheerful and eager
to start the day fresh and anew.
[id like to keep the laziness at bay.]
My bare toes wince from contact
with the cold wooden floors
outside is a gorgeous, 
sparkling wonderland
the sun shines on the white
which brings out the brilliance
of all the frozen diamonds
icicles gleam and shimmer 
as they hang from the edges of our cozy home.
thanking Jesus this morning
for collected moments like these,
for re surging my soul,
for awaking me to order
giving me the strength to do it
and joy to carry it out.
maybe someday, 
[just maybe]
i could become a morning person
if every one were
like this..