
Morning
Sleep, awake
A subtle dance
Between states
Unwilling to choose
Not just yet
Not just
Yet
Facing Forward

Morning
Sleep, awake
A subtle dance
Between states
Unwilling to choose
Not just yet
Not just
Yet

I find it far easier
Waking to poetry
Than to news
Awoke by the rooster’s call
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p style=”font-family:"”>Hurtling down the freeway
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p style=”font-family:"”>Birds speaking much as they have
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p style=”font-family:"”>For millennia uncounted
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p style=”font-family:"”>A look into the boundaries
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p style=”font-family:"”>Of infinity
This month’s one last day
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p style=”font-family:’Helvetica Neue’, Arial, sans, sans-serif;”>This day can still be seized
the day begins
morning’s power embraces
coffee: come fuel me!
light trickles through blinds
dawn’s handiwork is complete
charm of backlit trees
Light exudes comfort
Low slung Sun filtered through firs
Glinting off the dew