Textures

Ohh the wintery mornings

With eyes barely open

My hands move and feel 

The familiarity of it...

Kissing my little ones softest cheeks

I wake up

I think of Acorns..

Texture of leathery shell 

Heavens dropped and they fell

Made a leathery carpet of an entire forest 

Pine nuts I feel you too

Texture of the scars on the skin

Rough and ragged I still remember

Reminiscent of Pain

And of beautiful healing

Warrior feeling 

The crisp newspaper

The Coarse coffee powder

Fine dusty sun rays

Smooth surface of the phone

Grainy dust on the floor 

Textures of thoughts, motley

Textures of emotions, fragile 

Textures of pauses, bravado

Textures of solitude, utopia 

As I cover my feet with woolly socks

Tuck myself into feathery duvet 

My head hits a doughy pillow

And wonder if this poem is as nebulous as me!