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Prodded to Wake

Early winter morning
before the sun comes up,
the cold presses through
the panes of my
closed window,
presses through the bone
of my flesh and skin
covered skull,
pressing icy extensions
in through my brain
to my sinuses.

It can’t survive
just standing in the warmed air
in the room around me
or under my blankets with me.

I’m drawn out
from my cozy dreams
to chilled observance of
this path the cold does take
into me
by way of
my head, the window.

I’m awake.

© 2011 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is part of my #SHINEonline challenge commitment for 2 posts weekly; 1 of 2 for this week.