awakening

in a blanket of white
i lie in my bed
of enduring morning
awakened by the dawn
that has given rise
to the chirping of
diligent and industrious creations
…feathers with talons…
chasing their collective dreams
southward

i would join them…however
i chase my own
shifting in and out of slumber
in a time-between-times
while sight blurs
with visions unbound
as frosty flakes
cling to stained glass
little by little
mixing the colours anew