Mornings are a time for me
to ponder dreams I have seen.
With coffee cup and pen in hand,
I answer to my soul's demand.
Seizing thoughts which come alive
inside the eye of my mind.
At half past nine, it's breakfast time
and with my love, I gladly dine.
Then I'm off to do some loads,
washing dishes, washing clothes.
I crack a book to take a break.
perhaps the chores will have to wait,
When I'm wrapped up in a story,
I forget my cares and my worries.
But before I know it, the clock chimes noon,
and I realize morning's gone, much too soon.
TLH © 08-05-2012
For: Morning Contest