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    Wintery Sunday

    wrapped in my blanket in the predawn darkness
    I read and meditate on words which
    become seeds for my soul and mind

    the new day offers a dusting of snow outside my window
    so after my quiet time I bundle in warm clothing and
    grab my backpack to venture to the coffee shop

    am greeted by early-to-rise baristas as I enter the door,
    they make my favorite, an Old Town mocha, extra hot,
    perfect on this bleak and wet day

    notice beads of water forming their own worlds
    on the patio chairs warning me to sit inside
    on this wintery sunday morning

    ms