The filtering in of lights
A glimpse of clear blue skies
Some sleepy sense of warmth
And dreams lost to op'ning eyes.
A hearty stretch of limbs
Then like a spring, recoil
Those glowing fingers are trying
This comfy state to spoil.
Oh go away, I'm sleeping
Why must you pester so?
The mounds of blankets and pillows
Tempt me to dive below.
But the golden air is singing
My name in notes so sweet
That finally coaxed away from night
The joyful day I greet.
(11April2006)
2 comments:
I love this poem btw :)
Thanks for writing this.
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