Senses come to life in early morning,
Sunlight streams through open windows.
Dreams dissipate with our opening eyes.
Do we struggle to our waking?
Does the day take us into its embrace?
So many varied paths await.
Slowly the mirror looks back into us.
Shaving hand rests against the flesh.
Drags the razor across, removes the stubble.
Dump the coffee into the cup.
Don't be lazy, get your body moving.
Starting yet another morning.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment