Morning (again)

A winter morning – or so it seems
as the alarm drags me from sleep
and I fumble to silence its tune
before it awakens
the sleeper.

Drag on some clothes
and step out in the darkness
searching the sky
for the remnants of moon
hidden in clouds.

By the top of the hill
there is ambient lightness
leaves look brown and crisp
on the ground
but underneath are
soggy and

How is your morning?


About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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4 Responses to Morning (again)

  1. RoSy says:

    Same as yours so far.
    Hope it gets warmer. Have a nice week Rosalie!

  2. deepsspace says:

    A shimmer of silver
    as sun breaks through puffy clouds

    a sea of white
    dark and light brown puffs float

    In other words, a bowl of Reese Puffs. I tried to make it more exciting with a poem

  3. I love it. This image has been with me all week.

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