Winter Offering

When I wake each morning
I stretch.
The sheets filled with heat
Grab at my legs.
They don’t want to let me go.
I fling off the quilt.
Diving out
I take a deep breath,
let it out,
Plunge into the cold room,
Open the blinds,
Pale winter light plays around my head.
I look down at the grass
White with frost.
I raise my eyes
Looking for a sunbeam.
No such luck.
Thoughts of summer arise unbidden;
One lone violet blooms in the snow.