Sunday Morning

By Siobhan Farrell

Snow slants down

an unwrinkled fresh sheet on

the roof I face pillowed grinning 

waking, unblinking, rested smooth,

curled sideways snug cocooned

inside my flannel sheets.

Even this morning’s sullen

sky does not stifle savouring

this cozy indulgence of Sunday morning,

listening to the earth breathe in and out.

Lazily, I stretch with feline claws

ousting by fat black cat toasting

my feet, who gets all huffy,

then slowly stalks up the bed

to purr beside my face.