Poetry Thursday~When Morning Comes

When Morning Comes

When morning comes

pale early light

nudges open my eyes

recalling me from distant travels

in the land of dreams

I stumble from bed

heavy hearted and sore

no delight in this day set before me.

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When morning comes

black coffee drizzles

into a shiny, clear pot,

preparing to ignite my sleep laden spirit

I lean across the sink

and throw open the window

hoping to clear the fog from my head.

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When morning comes

cool breezes caress

tender, dry, skin

anointing me with freshness

I offer my face

to the wide open window

rejoicing in the baptism of possibility~

when morning comes

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