A Poet's Day
In early morning,
a poet writes.
One with the dawning.
While the morning sun
lights up the land,
all earth wakes up yawning.
And as the sun
climbs the sky,
poems live in the poet's eye.
Daylight is diminishing.
Poets are finishing.
Endings come and the day is done.
But still we wake up
many nights,
as the muse turns on
and off our lights.
Thoughts come and go
inside our heads.
And we're still not ready
for sleep and bed.
Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2015
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