Morning Meditations
faithful as always -
my old body waits for me
to wake up.
first light -
through an open window
the sound of trembling leaves.
early morning -
already the edges of the day
are beyond reach.
sunlit room -
my dreams have left
another layer of dust.
in the window -
morning trying to find focus
through my own reflection.
new day -
once again I leave a little more
of myself behind.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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