The first real snow of winter invigorates me to action
Even though the covers are extra heavy today
And the dark room is uninviting.
No snooze alarm today!
Shower, shave.
And then my daughter appears
Rubbing sleep from her eyes,
To help me choose a tie.
Tigger, Eeyore and Winnie the Pooh animate my blue shirt.
We part the red curtains and gaze into the white world below.
She is excited by the snow she sees
And the snow she remembers licking
Last winter.
"You get me some snow Dada,"
She commands as she climbs into my bed.
Snow sparkling in my hair,
I return with a bowl filled with the bright, crisp smell of winter.
Her mouth greedily consumes
Cold flakes as she snuggles
Next to the orange warmth of my
Snoozing wife.
I like the use of the five senses you put in the poem. That really helps paint a clear and vivid picture. Also, I rather enjoy the repetition of the "S" sound throughout. It seems, somehow, to fit with your topic, enhancing it and giving it a greater depth of meaning.
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