A New Day

I'm awake, and its a new day.
The sun breaks over the horizon
and the sky brightens.
With just enough chill in the air
I slip into a hoodie and step outside.
The air is crisp, clean and remnants
of woodsmoke hang in the air. 
Should I build up the fire again,
and cook some morning bacon?
It would smell heavenly, but I
check the fridge -- out of eggs.
Darn!

What will this day hold?
I wonder as I wander across
the backyard.
My mind flits from thought
to thought, just like a butterfly
from flower to flower.
There are so many things to do,
and yet doing nothing sounds
like a perfectly good plan, too.

Back inside, I look at my still
rumpled bed, thinking how warm
it must be under the covers.
Kicking off my slippers,
I slide back under them,
nestling into the warm spot,
curl onto my side,
close my eyes
and let sleep return.
Just for a few more moments.

LDPoetry, 2013