Winter Climbs

Winter mornings I snooze my alarm,

Hide still under two thick blankets.

Sunlight peeking through the window,

My feet hit the cold tiled floor.

Up the stairs and to the windy terrace,

Hands in my pockets, cracking my knuckles.

To the water tank, up the cold metal ladder,

Fingers solid, toes numb.

I look to the sky, eyes wide open.

Take my shirt off and face the low winter sun.