Misty Mornings

I love misty mornings in woods of pine,

And the comfort of a delightful book,

With coffee and blanket, it feels divine.



These hours are magical, and wholly mine

To search for new works, I like to look.

I love misty mornings in woods of pine.



To the loft I go, I myself consign,

A novel in hand curled up in a nook,

With coffee and blanket, it feels divine.



My cover is wool, woven soft and fine,

It keeps me warm, but I still wear my tuque.

I love misty mornings in woods of pine.



Romance fantasies, some travel in time,

Are kinds I read, for love, I’m on the hook;

With coffee and blanket, it feels divine.



These mornings are special, calming like wine,

Reading in my chair that fits in the crook.

I love misty mornings in woods of pine

With coffee and blanket, it feels divine.