Mosaic: On Missing the Morning
She described the morning as
misty,
dewy,
and delighted in its freshness.
Drowsy
from
dreams
her waking filled with,
pastel clouds,
bright flowers,
breeze-filled trees,
and joyous birdsong.
She saw, felt,
heard
and smelt
the wondrous day.
2.
He described the morning as,
too
early -- don’t rouse him.
Keep the
curtains drawn
and
leave him slumber.
Not for him the
morning freshness,
morning beauty
or another dancing day.
Tell the twittering
birds to stop the noise -- just go away.
He
prefers
descent
into the sard of sleep to
dream
and dream again,
the dreams of only sleep.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
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